The man seemed to be pierced by Amelia's words, a tall figure with a slight chill around his lips. He sneered coldly, "No wonder when Madam White passed away, you called for him to help with the funeral... Amy, have you already let him into your heart? Don't forget who Carl's real father is, and who your man is!"
Amelia laughed at the man's unreasonable behavior, "You are Carl's real father, that's right, but it doesn't mean you are my man. Daniel Cooper, we broke up three years ago. Now, at most, you are chasing me to rekindle our relationship, but it seems that I haven't agreed yet."
A layer of ice seemed to rise up in Daniel's eyes, his voice carried a cold, mocking tone, and he forcefully pulled her close to himself. Leaning down near her ear, he whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You were intimate with me this morning, and now you are telling me you haven't agreed? Amelia Foster, are you that casual?"
Amelia, "..."
