Night.
Amelia didn’t go back home until the sky had gone dark. Now she didn’t need to pick Eric up for the training, so she stayed late to try a few new recipes.
When she stopped her truck in front of the house, a black shadow stood up from beside the street. Amelia noticed it was Jeff. While getting out of the truck, she kept her facial expression cold.
Jeff had run to the car door to greet her, “Luna,” he bowed his head to show his respect.
Amelia snorted, coldly, “Haven’t I told you to get out of my sight? Are you f*****g deaf?!”
Jeff clenched his fists, but he kept his tone genial, “I need to talk with you, Luna. It’s important.”
Amelia scoffed rudely, “If you weren’t here to tell me that f*****g bastard had already died, then get the f**k away from me!” she then pushed Jeff on
