Carl cut her steak into small pieces and pushed the plate toward her. "She wanted to marry into the Jenkins family, but I rejected her."
Amelia: …
"You should’ve said so earlier, just in case I misunderstood." Carl’s handsome eyes reflected a hint of helplessness. "You really don’t care about me at all, huh? Even when it comes to scandalous rumors."
Amelia took a bite of steak. "It just hadn’t reached my ears yet. But now that I know—I suggest you stay away from her."
"Alright." Carl’s eyes softened with amusement—was she jealous?
Amelia wasn’t overthinking it. "Her perfume is strange. It’s bad for your health."
"Just because of that?" Carl’s voice dropped a notch.
The saxophone played softly in the background, making Amelia lean in. "What?"
"Nothing. Do you suspect she’s a threat
