The silence lingered uncomfortably for a while before the man finally spoke in a detached voice, "I thought you didn't want me to go."
"If I didn't let you go, would you not go?"
With furrowed brows, Daniel paused before he said, "Amy, I..."
"Oh, that's fine, I got it." Amelia was instantly irritated by his several seconds of hesitation, as if she were competing with another woman for affection. Ridiculous, wasn't it?
So she cut him off, "You have important matters to attend to."
Yawning as she spoke, her eyes watered slightly from the act, "I'm so sleepy. Just go now, don't let me hold you up from your tasks."
While men typically favored understanding women, the more understanding Amelia was, the more inexplicably panicked he felt inside.
Daniel reached out to touch her smooth forehead, "Aren't you going to ask what it's about?"
If she asked now, he would share a bit with her; otherwise, he'd remain troubled inside.
