This man—was he attacking her taste again?
Amelia wasn’t about to let anyone manipulate her like that.
Just as she was about to speak, she noticed that he had been staring at Henry the whole time.
Finally understanding his train of thought, she suddenly chuckled. “You think I’m interested in Henry?”
The man didn’t respond, just gazed at her silently, his deep eyes unreadable.
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like Henry?”
“The Hart family has good upbringing,” the man said, avoiding a direct answer.
Amelia let out a light laugh. “So that means you don’t like him? Henry is a good person—honest, pure, and full of youthful energy.”
“Oh?” The man’s lips curled up slightly, but the chill around him only deepened.
Amelia didn’t bother hiding anything. “I just see him as a little brot
