A blatant counterattack

Amelia Wilson was still half asleep when she was startled awake by Henry Campbell's dark expression.

Still in bed, she instinctively sat up, her makeup-free face and the drowsy beauty of just waking up made her look even more charming. Her white silk sleep skirt was currently slipping down her arm, revealing a barely concealed glimpse of her chest.

"How did you get in here? Am I dreaming?"

Amelia pouted and said a few words, then closed her eyes again, and instantly fell back on the bed.

Seeing this, Henry's face turned even darker.

But...

Why did he feel like something was stuck in his throat? Why didn't he immediately lose his temper?

The next second.

Amelia sat up again, forcefully rubbing her eyes and realizing Henry was still in front of her. Instinctively she screamed, "Henry, how did you suddenly appear in my room?"

"Did we sleep together last night? Was it you who... did that with me last night?"