Chapter 82

The spacious room was dead silent as Amelia stared at the strand of hair between her fingers, a sly smile curling on her lips. Then—click. The door opened. She whipped around, the smile frozen mid-air. "O-Oliver." Oliver stepped in. His sharp jawline and straight nose gave off a composed elegance, but under that calm exterior, there was always a trace of sharpness that made people wary. He casually hung his suit jacket on the coat rack, his eyes cool and examining. "What are you doing in here?" Amelia took a breath, trying to steady herself before forcing a calm face. "The competition's tomorrow. I just remembered I left a decoration piece at home. I thought you'd be around, so I popped in to say hi." Oliver's expression darkened instantly. "Mrs. Clark told me you stopped by—and asked if we were at home together. You clearly knew I wasn't here. Why sneak into my room?" He took a step forward. Amelia could feel a chill climb up her spine, sweat starting to bead at her back. "What's in y