Michael's POV,
I hadn't expected to step out of the company and see Amelia waiting for me beside my car.
How did she know my car? I was practically unaware, so I marched up to meet her to find out why she wanted to see me earlier.
"Michael," Amelia began, standing there looking at me nervously.
"Get straight to the point. I don't have time to waste here."
Asher stepped out of the company and added to my embarrassment by shouting, "Michael!! If you want to marry my sister, you should come and ask for her hand in marriage properly!"
I clenched my fist and looked at Amelia's face as she blushed. I couldn't believe she wanted to marry me when she knew that I didn't love her.
I wanted her sister, not her. Why couldn't she understand that I needed time to get over her sister?
"Michael,"
