Amelia stared at him, her gaze fixed. She turned her head away to steady her emotions, crossed her arms, and then redirected her sight back to him.
Christopher lay half-reclined, watching her reactions with leisure. His eyebrows raised slightly, "So, have you made up your mind?"
Amelia was so mad that she was practically fuming, "You've lost your memory, yet your rogue tendencies managed to stay intact? I've had a child, doesn't that prove I'm a woman? What nonsense is running through your head?"
"Oh, really?" Mr. Hart feigned disappointment but couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, "Your words are just too easy to misunderstand."
Speechless! Twisting things to blame others—impossible to reason with.
"Are you eating or not? If not, I'm leaving. I still have a mountain of work waiting for me!" Frustrated by the exchange, Amelia put on a stern face.