Amelie drank a little, and her mind was in chaos. She was not afraid of this man right now, but she was afraid of her, afraid that her reason would cross the line, afraid that she would do something irreparable.
"Mr. Leveson, can you let me go back to my room?" Amelie's voice revealed a hint of pleading.
Chaim squinted his eyes. Even as the President, he could not force his into a corner, much less commit a crime. He released his hold on her.
Amelie retreated two steps, held onto forehead and rushed into her room, leaving the man behind him. Chaim's eyes slowly turned from blurry to clear.
He sighed slightly. It seemed that this relationship was not as successful as he had imagined.
However, he was not anxious. Perhaps, in this matter, he had advanced too rashly. He had expressed his
