Amelia looked back at him, confused. "What are you saying?"

"That piece of shit. You don't seem to complain he's taking you home." He said, his back resting in the chair as he spoke with his eyes fixed on her.

"Ethan is not a piece of a shit." She couldn't understand why the conversation had suddenly diverted to Ethan.

He scoffed. He stood up and strolled towards her, his gaze fixed on her. "Oh, defending him now?"

Amelia swallowed hard. He was standing before her, and she couldn't avoid his gaze. She suddenly felt hot, and the only thing her mind was telling her was to leave. "Why are we...