Daniel Cooper was laconic, and it was rare for him to speak such a lengthy piece at once, even to her.
Amelia let him hold her for a few seconds, then her reddish lips curled into a slight smile, chin resting on the man's shoulder, and she spoke lightly, "Why would I hit you or scold you? I don't think I have the right, nor am I interested."
"Amy... shall we go eat first?"
The man's dark eyes were underscored by a faint shadow of dark circles, and his voice was very hoarse, a clear sign that he hadn't rested well and probably smoked a lot.
Therefore, Amelia wasn't truly angry because she believed those scandals and rumors that suggested there was some unspeakable behavior between him and Lilian Parker; she was angry because he never bothered to give her a clear explanation.
Actually, even if he had made up any reason, as long as it was from him, she would have believed it.
But he just wouldn't say anything.
It had been like this before, and it was the same now.
