The Sorrow in Passion 2

"Listening to Henry Campbell's words, Amelia Wilson laughed and asked him, "Really? So tell me, who truly cares for me? Is it you? Don't you have your own woman to marry? You say Robert Taylor doesn't truly like me, at least he truly wants to marry me, and that's enough."

"If he marries you, you won't be happy with him," Henry tried to persuade her.

Hearing this, Amelia found it quite amusing, "So you're marrying Grace Campbell, are you two happy together?"

"Ava..."

Hearing him call her name, Amelia felt a pain in her heart as if it was being twisted.

She stood on tiptoe, and without mincing manners, kissed his lips. At that moment, she just wanted to do this one thing she desired.

Henry didn't expect that Amelia would suddenly kiss him.

The next second, her hand slipped under his clothes, her body pressed tightly against his. Her beautiful and sexy body was a natural temptation.

Henry could smell her fragrance, as well as the scent of red wine from her mouth.