Chapter 12

Lamont's handsome face was filled with anger that was hard to hide, but it was somewhat different from what Amelie remembered. Amelie took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She raised her head and looked at Lamont, her voice full of frivolous ridicule. "What's wrong, Mr. Byron? Are you also here to have fun?" Amelie's indifferent look immediately pissed Lamont even more. Lamont thought, that woman, who used to only have me in her eyes, is actually so open behind my back? Due to the inexplicable possessiveness, Lamont unexpectedly grabbed Amelie's slender waist and pressed her heavily against the bathroom door. He lowered his head and kissed her on her lips. There was a unique scent of a male on Lamont's warm lips. Feeling the familiar scent that belonged only to Lamont, Amelie was a little tempted. However, she furrowed her brows and pushed him away later. Amelie frowned in displeasure and