Amelia stared at the insulting word, and her chest clenched with a dull ache.
She had the urge to send the money back to him.
And maybe throw a couple hundred bucks his way, as if paying him for services rendered.
But—yeah, she didn't have the guts.
She kept eyeing that message for a while before finally replying to Simon.
"Thanks, Mr. Johnson."
Getting emotional was pointless. Especially with someone like Simon, who didn't love her—it was just setting herself up for more pain.
She just hit send when the bedroom door swung open.
Simon stood there, leaning against the frame, a mocking smirk on his face.
He snorted, "Thanks? For what?"
Amelia met his gaze. "For going out of your way, and spending money on me."
Simon raised his eyebrows, clearly amused, then
