"Amelia... have you forgiven me?" the man murmured amidst the swirling emotions.
Amelia Garcia's body trembled, rationality returned, and she hurriedly pushed him away, straightening her back.
Her lips still felt like they were on fire, but she couldn't care about that right now.
Her heartbeat was out of rhythm, her cheeks as hot as flames. She looked at the man in a panic, just now realizing how obviously she had "let go."
All her thoughts had been seen through by him.
Christopher Hart looked at the panic and helplessness in her eyes, a smile gradually forming at the corners of his mouth. "You don't need to deny it. We've known each other for so many years; there's no way I misread what you're thinking."
"Is that so? Then why did you misread it back then?" Her skin was thin, and even when seen through, she had to continue pretending to be a paper tiger, mentioning the "pain" of the past in her fluster.
The smile on Christopher Hart's face froze significantly.