Simon's gaze was fixed on Amelia, unblinking.
He was trying to catch even the slightest c***k in her expression.
But unfortunately, all he saw in her eyes was disappointment, and a cold, unwavering determination.
After finishing her words, Amelia leaned back against the seat, drained. Her voice was calm, but her fatigue was apparent.
"Can you open the car door now?"
Simon pressed his lips into a thin line, remaining silent.
He didn't want to let her go just like that. Even if she stayed a little longer, that would be enough—for now.
His long fingers traced over his own lips, red and swollen from the kiss earlier. Amelia frowned and leaned away from him, avoiding his touch.
The emptiness brushed across his fingertips, and Simon's hand froze midair.
He paused for
