A Naive Bride For The Sophisticated CEO
She saw Elena standing at the door.
Elena smiled widely at her, but Amelia was too pained to smile back at her. She remembered what she did to her the previous night.
“Good morning, Amelia. When did you return yesterday?” Elena asked, and Amelia exhaled.
“I returned very late. You must have been sleeping when I came back,” Amelia answered coldly.
Elena noticed the way she acted, and she stepped out of her apartment and shut the door behind her.
“What is wrong, Amelia? You don’t sound happy.”