Ethan Quinn gave her a cool glance, but in his heart, he had already surrendered.
"You get one chance."
Amelia Lockhart heard these four words and finally felt a sense of relief, but before she could fully exhale, the breath caught in her throat.
"One chance." Ethan Quinn's cold voice echoed in the living room, firm and resonant.
Amelia Lockhart: ...
'One chance? I'm losing my mind!'
Ethan Quinn watched as her expression slowly turned to one of distress, and his thin lips pursed slightly.
He just wanted to tear away her facade and make her see her own heart clearly.
If you're going to love, then love deeply.
If you don't, then let's make a clean break. It would be better for both of us.
But the suppression and pain in his heart now made it hard for him to breathe. The mere thought of Amelia Lockhart standing beside another man, smiling sweetly, filled him with an unbearable bitterness.
