Love in Prime Years novel Chapter 63

Lillian didn't continue, but as adults, everyone knew what she meant.

As Lillian expected, after she finished, Rufus really smiled mockingly.

Rufus looked at Amelia with disdain sharply, "I'm insulting her? If she didn't put the aphrodisiac in my wine, and took the initiative to nag at me, I won't even touch her a bit! My taste not that bad!"

Amelia didn't immediately defend herself. Her expression was a little dazed.

She kept staring at Rufus in a daze. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes after the reunion, she could not image there would be any ice-cold expression on his gentle face. Moreover, she couldn't feel anything strange at all with such a expression on his face.

It was as if he should have treated her coldly, and the four years of supporting between them was like a dream.

“Amelia!”

It wasn't until Lawrence's angry voice coming to her ears that Amelia suddenly returned to her senses.

She didn't want to endure these inexplicable slanders, she truthfully said, "I didn't put aphrodisiac in his drink! I was framed! I didn't take the initiative to nag at him, I came to him just for Leigh."

"Framed?" Rufus sneered more obviously, "Amelia, Are you Miss Jordan? Do you enter my door tonight?"

"Is that you, in the underground garage of the Moss Building, trying to hook me again and again? Is that you the person who almost killed me Madeleine in order to sleep with me?"

"It's not me!" Amelia subconsciously retorted. She indeed went to the underground garage to find him twice, but neither of those times was to hook him.

As for the injury to Madeleine , it was designed on her and Lillian themselves.

"Amelia, you are so shameless!" Before she could continue, Lawrence roughly squeezed her neck.

"You just can't stop fawning on men, can you?"

Lawrence clenched his fists. He really wanted to smash this irritating face with a punch, but in the end, his fist didn't hit her face, but smashed on the wall.

The only effect of his uninspired action was to make Amelia was extremely difficult to talk.

However, even if it was particularly difficult to talk, she still had to say some things.

She raised her chin slightly, like an unyielding winter plum in the snowstorm, fragile but stubborn.

"Yes, Mr. Dominic, I will die if I can't hook up a man. But what does this have anything to do with you?"

“Amelia!”

Hearing Lawrence's almost roaring, Amelia said with the world-weary smile on her face growing thicker, "Mr. Dominic, I'm clear-headed. You don't need to remind me of my name over and over again!"

She had no particular hobby of being abused. She stretched out her right hand and strenuously swept off Lawrence's hand and turned her face to look at Rufus.

She originally thought that she could say something to Rufus plainly, but when she saw him, she couldn't help but remember that in the dungeon, he held Leigh, softly, over and over again, singing to him Little Star, She couldn't help feeling weepy.