Amelia's face darkened as she finished hearing his words, then turned to leave.
"I'll find another hotel," she said coldly.
Simon narrowed his eyes, stepping forward to grab her arm.
"Let go!" Amelia snapped, her tone sharp.
His gaze carried a dangerous edge. "What, you just can't stand the thought of sharing a room with me?"
Her expression stiffened, irritation flashing across her face. "Simon, given what we are... Do you really think it's appropriate?"
He chuckled dryly, "Doesn't bother me."
"Well, it bothers me!" Her voice was louder now as she shook his grip and headed for the exit.
Simon didn't back down. With a calm yet determined motion, he pulled her toward the elevator.
Inside the elevator, the presence of other people forced Amelia to stop struggling.
