When Daniel Cooper stepped in, he took the opportunity to grasp her hand that was hanging by her side, his long masculine fingers forcefully interlacing with hers. He shut the door with the back of his hand, turned around, and supported his arm on the wall, trapping her in a small space. He lowered his head and asked softly, "Are you angry?"
It was obviously a rhetorical question.
"Why would you say that, Mr. Cooper? What reason do I have to be angry with you?"
He was so tall, and she was just wearing slippers, so with a single dip of her head, she ducked out from under his armpit.
Her words were deliberately distant, but Daniel Cooper didn't seem to mind. With a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he followed her and grabbed her hand again, "Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder? It's quite frightening."
Amelia, "..."
