Norton Foster smiled faintly, ruffled her long hair, and turned to get into the car.
Amelia stood at the doorway, watching his tall and slender figure disappear into the vehicle. Then she lowered her gaze and gently pressed a hand over her chest.
Her heart was pounding, as if something inside was about to leap out—a sweet, yet unsettling excitement.
She lingered at the doorway for a moment before suddenly remembering Norris, who had been left in the dining room. Hastily, she turned and went back inside.
Norris still hadn't finished her dinner.
She seemed to have no appetite; she'd barely touched her bowl of rice and looked utterly exhausted.
She was lost in thought.
