Chapter 100: The Thumb Presses Down on the Lip

"Really? Then why do you still listen to me? I tell you to come over, and without a word, you come over to help."

The man looked at her, charm radiating from his handsome face as a smile appeared, curious to see how she would defend herself.

"This…" Surely enough, Amelia Garcia stammered even more, while regretting her momentary lapse of judgment.

Being too soft-hearted will be the death of me!

"Sympathy for the weak is human instinct, what's there to scrutinize?" she finally found an excuse.

The man's smile grew, his right arm which had been stiff and numb moments ago was now feeling better. He lifted his hand and reached toward her soft, fair cheek.

Amelia instinctively tilted her head to dodge, "Mr. Hart, please have some self-respect!"

He missed the touch, but as her face turned back, he insisted on touching her, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers affectionately, then his thumb audaciously landed on her lips.

As if he were touching a treasured gem.