Amelia's lips tightened slightly. "Mr. Johnson, you're overthinking it."
She honestly didn't think Lucas Rogers had any intentions beyond maybe striking up a casual conversation.
Simon didn't reply.
His expression didn't give much away, but after three years by his side, Amelia could tell with just one glance—he wasn't in the best mood.
For the rest of the evening, Simon didn't let Amelia leave his side.
Given his status, people naturally gravitated toward him, offering polite small talk and raising their glasses in toast.
But Simon seemed unusually indifferent to it all tonight.
When someone handed him a glass of wine, a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"Amelia, drink for me."
Her brows instantly furrowed.
Drinking was the last thing she wanted to do, especi
