"So?" Cyrus asked once they reached the bedroom, and Amelia turned to him with a slightly surprised expression.
"So?" She asked, feigning oblivion.
"Baby, I might be a lovesick fool, but I am not dumb." Cyrus cornered Amelia until her legs hit the bed, and she fell backwards on it.
"I… I don't know what you are talking about," Amelia still tried to defend herself, shutting her eyes tightly as Cyrus leaned over her.
The man looked at the girl on the bed, who, though looking scared, still puckered her lips a little and couldn't help but chuckle at her.
He shook his head and bent down before pecking her forehead, then sat beside her.
"You went there, didn't you?" He asked with a sigh.
Amelia opened her eyes with a little guilty expression.
"About that…" she started, but Cyrus didn't give her the chance to speak up.
He thinned his lips and narrowed his eyes at her.
