Simon held her waist and leaned down, his gaze unexpectedly soft.
For a moment, Amelia felt a flicker of confusion as she stared at that rare tenderness on his face.
But it didn't last long. She quickly snapped back to reality, glancing up at him with a faint smile. "Mr. Johnson, are you planning to back out now?"
Simon studied her silently before letting go. He leaned against the nearby wall and lit a cigarette.
"I've already made it easy for you, Amelia. Are you certain you don't want to come back?"
Without hesitation, Amelia turned toward the door.
"Absolutely."
She said it without looking back, opened the door, and walked out.
Simon stood frozen in place, his expression grim.
Moments later, he dialed his phone.
"Tonight, I want everything under Brian Joh
