She was in rage. She wanted to smack everything around her. It was Amelia who planted this plan in her brother's brain. She was feeling so stupid right now. She could try to talk to Atkinson, instead of talking she did this stupidity. She had put an innocent's life in danger. Unlocking her white Range Rover, she climbed behind the wheels. She sighed, getting herself locked with her seat and she gave herself a couple of moments to calm her nerves. She could still feel his lips on her cheek. Her stomach was clenching with it. She rubbed her cheek. She removed her heels, it wasn't that she wasn't used to it. She threw them at the passenger seat side. It landed where he'd put his feet. She did not mind anything in her anger. Indeed she did not bother. She was feeling trepidation from all this.
