Amelia's eyelashes trembled slightly at Simon's words.
She clenched her fingers tightly, trying hard to suppress the ripple of emotion that shouldn't have been there.
After a long silence, she finally asked, "Why? Haven't you always been indifferent?"
Simon remained silent, staring at her. It felt like forever before he finally spoke, his face devoid of any emotion.
His tone was cold, with a touch of gloom. "You're right, I don't care. But there's one thing I won't tolerate—anything that belongs to me being coveted by others, let alone touched."
Amelia let out a faint laugh.
So that's what it's about.
Figures. It fit him perfectly.
He only acted because his possession had been threatened.
Not because of her.
In other words, even if it were a cat or a dog und
