From the corner of the hotel hallway, concealed behind one of the doors leading to the venue, Liam Bennett had been covertly observing the heated exchange of words unfolding before him.
Initially, he was struck by how calm and composed Amelie remained despite the utterly exasperating situation. Her stoicism was admirable, yet he also yearned to see her finally lose her temper. He longed for her to display her true emotions because that would confirm to him that she harbored no lingering feelings for the man who clearly did not deserve her.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Amelie. Is your ego so fragile that you get worked up over this so easily?"
Richard's low voice reached Liam's ears, sending a chill down his spine. He clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening, and hissed under his breath, ready to intervene, "What the hell did he just say?"
