Chapter 58 Negotiation

Tick... Tick... Amelie looked at the drenched Lamont in front of her, who was dripping water from his hair onto the floor, creating a particularly crisp sound. "Are you ... alright?" Amelie was torn between whether to hand him a towel or not. Lamont, however, remained silent. From his heavy breathing, Amelie could tell that he was burning with anger now. "That's really impressive." In almost an instant, Lamont stood up and came to her side. Amelie felt his icy-cold hand grab her neck from behind, pinching her flesh like an eagle catching a chick. She shivered and bounced up from her seat as if she had been electrocuted, grabbing the cloth lying on the back of the chair and throwing it at him. "Lamont, stop looking at me like that! If it weren't for your harassment, our relationship wouldn't have become so tense." Thinking of how Lamont had pestered her just