Cameron was left completely dazed by that slap.
In over twenty years of living, no one had ever even dared to touch him, much less smack him across the face.
When he finally snapped out of it, he could feel the burning sting of five distinct finger marks on his cheek, his pride taking a hit that quickly turned to rage.
"Amelia Song! You actually hit me?"
Amelia just found it ridiculous.
He'd pushed her around so much and still expected her to stand there and take it? Was she really supposed to just let him humiliate her and not fight back?
Looking back on it, she’d given Cameron way too much face over the years. No wonder he thought he was some kind of untouchable prince.
Just the sight of him now made her feel unlucky. Thankfully, the taxi she’d flagged down had just pulled up, the driver leaning out the window to see what was going on.
"Give me a second!" Amelia called, limping toward the cab.
Cameron was being completely ignored. He’d always been treated like the center of the universe—being brushed off like this was something he just couldn’t swallow.
"Stop right there!"
His handsome face was so dark it almost looked dangerous. He strode over in two quick steps and grabbed Amelia’s slender arm, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.
"Let go."
Amelia turned to him, her face a mask of cold indifference, not a hint of panic in her eyes.
Cameron looked at that icy expression and got even angrier, his hands balling into fists at his sides.
"Amelia, do you really think I won’t hit a woman?"
Amelia just laughed, her voice sharp. "Why not? You look exactly like the kind of man who only has the guts to hit women."
"You—!" Cameron’s face turned an ugly shade, veins popping out on his forehead.
He’d never realized that quiet, introverted Amelia could be so sharp-tongued.


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