"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" The man frowned, confused by Amelia Avery's bizarre behavior.
Amelia Avery buried her face in the man's chest and pleaded urgently, "Take me away. Get me out of here."
'How could she let Cassian Jennings see her like this? If he did, wouldn't all her efforts be for nothing?'
'Cassian Jennings would know for sure that the woman who had been with him these past two days was her…'
The man must have guessed Amelia Avery was in some kind of trouble. He pulled her into a tight embrace, shielding her with his overcoat as he led her toward the main entrance.
As Cassian Jennings watched Amelia and the man's intimate behavior, his hands at his sides balled into tight fists. He desperately wanted to rush over and tear them apart, but he knew with absolute certainty that if he did, she would run away—far, far away…
Once they were outside the bar, Amelia Avery pulled away from the man's embrace.
