Amelia's smile faded, and her tone cooled, "If you've come to explain, then speak up, including the issues from before. Clarify everything all at once."
Daniel Cooper's hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched. He gazed into the woman's clear, black eyes, which held a cool smile and stubborn earnestness.
Her expression filled him with a restless fear and aching heart, prompting him to reach out to embrace her.
Amelia didn't move, standing erect, her voice frigid, "Mr. Cooper, if you're not here to explain, please leave. I don't wish to be caught up in this without understanding, to wake up tomorrow to headlines of you holding me. I'm not part of the entertainment industry; I don't need publicity, and I particularly despise that sort of thing."
The man's arms became rigid in midair.
Amelia thought he would surely say something at that moment, but after waiting several seconds, the man still didn't speak.
