Amelia pushed the door open and walked out, only to see Norton Foster smoking. Somewhat irritated, she reached out, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, snapped it, and tossed it into the trash.
"You're smoking with gastritis," her tone was slightly harsh, "You want it to take longer to get better, is that it?"
"Why did you come out?" Norton straightened up and looked down at her.
"They're talking inside, so I came out," Amelia replied.
Norris Moore and Alex Miller always had endless topics to discuss, and after chatting with Norris for a while, her mood had calmed down a bit, not as excited and emotional as at the beginning.
He was almost half a head taller than her, and looking up at him put some pressure on her. Amelia looked up at the handsome profile of the young man in front of her, pondering on something, then raised her hand to touch his face and sighed.
Somewhat regretful.
