Loss?
Amelia Garcia's heartstrings tightened, as if an invisible hand had suddenly plucked the tune of "Ten Sides Ambush." The reverberations were ceaseless, and goosebumps erupted all over her body.
Seeing her staring blankly at him, her eyes darting about, looking startled and nervous, Christopher Hart gave another light smile.
"What's wrong, you don't want to hear a compliment?"
Amelia withdrew her gaze, eyes downcast, composing herself, "Thank you. But today's occasion really isn't suitable; you should take Hope and leave soon."
"That little girl!" The man chuckled, sneering, "She bumped into Snow Fitch's nephew and ran off happily after him. If I call her now, she might not want to leave."
What?
Hope is with Noah?
Amelia panicked again, terribly afraid that he would see the brothers.
Snow has only one "nephew." If he saw them both at the same time, he would surely become suspicious!
"You—" Her mind went blank in panic, staring at him not knowing what to say.