"A misunderstanding?" Oliver Mitchell's voice was cold as he interrupted her, and the look he gave her was indeed filled with hostility. He let out a sarcastic laugh, "I was already on the plane and you had someone drag me off like this; you've got quite the reach! Haven't seen you for a few years, Amelia—have you turned into a mob boss or something?"
"..."
Amelia laughed awkwardly and then quickly focused on the phrase "on the plane." "Oliver, are you leaving Ashton?"
Having freed his hands, Oliver bent down to untie the ropes around his calves, "Why? Can't I leave?"
"No, I didn't mean it that way." Amelia took a light breath, stood up, and personally went to pour him a glass of water, placing it on the coffee table, "I'm sorry, it was my... friend who didn't understand the situation—my apologies for scaring you."
