Hearing this, Amelia raised an eyebrow.
"I already told you, fortune-tellers' words are just—mmph!"
Carl covered her mouth again.
This time, he pulled her into an embrace from behind, his laughter low and rich as it echoed beside her ear.
"Let's talk in private."
Amelia's eyes narrowed slightly, making the tear mole at the corner of her eye stand out even more.
Carl’s thin lips brushed against her hair, his tone both elegant and teasing:
"I’ll come to you later—then you can bite me all you want."
"I’ll also help you say nice things to Grandma."
"You sneaking out this time must’ve worried her. She’s probably mad at you for taking such a risk."
"I’ll go back with you and help smooth things over."
His voice was low and coaxing.
Amelia, momentarily charmed, gave it some thought—the
