“Senior, not even a word to comfort her?” Amelia Johnson asked with a faint smile.
“There’s nothing to comfort her about. She was in the wrong to begin with. As a public figure, she should be mindful of her words and actions. It’s her responsibility not to mislead her fans. So yeah, you were absolutely right earlier,” Jack Mitchell replied gently, his tone calm as he refilled Amelia’s tea.
In truth, he adored the way she stood her ground a moment ago—adorable in that fierce, kittenish way.
The two continued enjoying their meal.
The food at this restaurant was excellent. The first thing that popped into Amelia’s mind was that she had to bring Damien Taylor here one day. The dishes were mild, exactly his kind of preference.
But just as she was stepping out of the restaurant
