Amelia's eyes flickered slightly, but the small smile on her lips remained.
Dorian hadn't said it outright, but his meaning was obvious.
"If we can't follow our hearts even when making friends, then what would be interesting in this world?"
Dorian frowned slightly. "Some people are naturally good at pretending."
"Are you saying Lila is pretending to be kind in front of me?"
Dorian didn't answer, but sometimes silence spoke volumes.
"Did you know that I asked Lila what kind of person you are?"
Dorian tightened his grip on the steering wheel again.
Feigning nonchalance, he asked, "What did she say?"
Amelia looked out the window, not responding immediately.
Dorian glanced at her. Seeing her expression remained calm, he tried to keep his own demeanor steady. "Hmm?"
But his hands on the steering wheel betrayed him as his veins bulged from the force he unconsciously exerted.
Lila was smart. She knew he was ambitious, and she must have guessed his intentions for approaching Amelia.
Now that she was throwing a tantrum, she was bound to say plenty of bad things about him.
The irritation simmered in Dorian's heart, but he still worked hard to remain calm.
Amelia seemed lost in thought. After a long while, she turned back and chuckled. "She only said you two weren't very close. That's it."
Dorian lowered his gaze, his Adam's apple moving slightly as he suppressed his anger. Exhaling slowly, he forced a smile as if it didn't bother him.
But he no longer felt like talking.
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