Amelia
He looked at me—his gaze filled with longing—and it made me anxious.
I took a small step back from where I stood, not wanting to speak to him right away. I wasn’t ready at all, and perhaps because of all the piled-up disappointments, my body was trembling uncontrollably.
I clenched my hands tightly. I didn’t like what he was doing, acting on his own whims, just like he always did. Indeed, a person’s attitude doesn’t change that easily.
When Jenny was standing in front of me, I could still hear her words:
“If you wish to meet Miss Phoenix, you should have made an appointment beforehand.”
As a businessman, he surely knew that well. An appointment is the proper way to begin a meeting with someone important.
I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but hearing what he said next, so
