"Are you sick? Scaring people so early in the morning!" Her anger flared up, and she accidentally hit her head against the headboard as she cursed out loud.
Christopher Hart stared at her, trying to reconcile the face fluffy with rage before him with the gentle and elegant one in his memories.
He couldn't help but curse himself.
What a waste of good eyesight!
It was the same person, how could he have doubted for so long?
And foolishly used all sorts of methods to "verify her true identity."
Despite being cursed by her, his expression remained indifferent. He slightly moved his tall frame and smiled, "Did Miss Norton sleep well?"
Amelia Garcia's heart was still unsettled with panic and confusion, and she replied irritably, "How could anyone sleep well after being held captive and losing their freedom?"
He looked down pensively, his words carrying a deeper meaning, "I thought Miss Norton would have slept quite well."