Simon looked at her like she'd just said something utterly ridiculous.
"If it wasn't for you, why would I hand it to you?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched Amelia's forehead. "What's wrong with you, Ms. Clarke? Did you overwork yourself and fry your brain?"
Amelia let out a soft chuckle. "I just didn't expect Mr. Johnson to give me a gift, that's all."
Simon retracted his hand, his tone indifferent.
"It's not a gift. Just compensation."
She didn't bother asking what compensation he meant.
Instead, she lowered her head and opened the box.
The moment she saw what was inside, she froze for a second.
It was a pair of earrings.
The diamonds sparkled with a dazzling brilliance, catching the light like tiny stars.
Amelia immediately thought of the earring
