Simon raised an eyebrow slightly.
"So? You don't trust me?"
Amelia gave a small nod.
Simon actually paused, like he was seriously thinking about it.
"If we're talking about trust, I only trust myself. Is that answer good enough for you, Miss Clarke?"
Amelia didn't know how to respond to that.
So, he didn't even trust Vivian?
Her fingers clenched instinctively. "What about Vivian?"
Simon's eyes darkened a little.
Amelia just looked straight at him, waiting.
His lips parted, like he was about to say something—
But then there was a knock at the door.
His assistant stood outside, holding a bag.
Simon took it and walked over. "Come on, time to dry your hair."
She took a moment to collect herself, then sat on the couch, letting him handle her hair quie
