Amelia's voice was tinged with softness.
There was a trace of pleading within that softness, almost imperceptible, yet enough to stir something inside Simon.
He raised his eyes to look at her and, without thinking, gently pinched her cheek.
"What does Miss Clarke want me to do?"
"Just tell everyone I'm not a homewrecker. Could you help clarify it for me?"
She had been trying her best all this time to act like the rumors didn't bother her. But how could she really not care?
She hadn't done anything wrong, and yet she had to endure being slandered like this? The feeling of being whispered about everywhere she went—it was unbearable.
Watching Simon apply ointment to her wound so gently now, her attitude finally softened.
If anyone could put an end to these rumors, it
