"What are you two doing?"
Inside the room, the two people stopped what they were doing. Greg's hand was still on Patricia's stomach, while Amelia was taken aback.
They weren't doing that kind of thing?
Amelia looked at Greg with a puzzled face, and then at Patricia, somewhat at a loss.
Before coming in, she had planned to express her dissatisfaction in front of both of them and then pass over the matter with a joke.
That way, she would have vented her anger, and Greg wouldn't blame her for it.
Even if Greg got angry, she had thought of a way to coax him.
However, she really didn't anticipate the current situation and didn't know how to handle it.
What if Mr. Greg gets angry?
What if he doesn't want me anymore?
Amelia panicked. If she had the upper hand, she could just do as she had thought with no problem.
But the thing is, if Greg and Patricia hadn't done anything, and she barged in like this, what would that make her?
"I was giving Miss Zhou a massage," said Greg.
