Daniel Cooper was especially puzzled; women were truly extraordinary creatures. How could a trip to the restroom have made her so angry?
He quickly caught up with her and stepped into the elevator just as the doors were closing.
"Amy, what's wrong? Weren't you just fine a moment ago?"
How had her demeanor changed so quickly?
Amelia moved to the side, putting some distance between them, "My throat's uncomfortable, and I don't want to talk right now."
The man furrowed his brows, "Uncomfortable throat? Since when? Did you catch a cold?"
Amelia replied, "Started just now, so please, stop talking to me."
Daniel, "..."
Just now?
Doesn't that mean she doesn't want to talk to him specifically?
Glancing sideways at the woman with a tense face, he frowned and said, "Amy, what's really the matter?"
Amelia looked at him with a detached gaze, her voice cool, "I've already told you, my throat's uncomfortable."
