He hooked his lips into a smile, "Miss Norton worries too much. At my age, if I still believe in something like love, that would be the utmost foolishness."
What?
"..."
Amelia didn't know what kind of face to make, cursing "jerk" inside her heart!
"I mean, my daughter really likes you. She has a pitiful background and is physically weak and sickly, she desperately needs a mother who adores her. Coincidentally, you bear a striking resemblance to my late wife; I believe this is the best arrangement by heaven."
Amelia almost had an internal hemorrhage, and after a moment, she scoffed coldly, "Only Mr. Hart could shamelessly say such a thing."
"How is it, Miss Norton, you don't want to?"
"If I had a child, and I asked you out of the blue to be my child's father, stating plainly that I do not love you, just because my child wants a father — would you agree?"
How could he take such a preposterous proposition so for granted?
She thought such a retort would leave him speechless.