"Amelia, that's Tristan Grayson!" one of the women gushed, tugging at Amelia Avery's arm.
The other woman started swooning too. "He's so much more handsome in person than on TV!"
But Amelia Avery had neither the time nor the patience to listen to them swoon. Her mind was entirely on Leo Joyce.
"Aiden, give me ten minutes. I'll go home with you, but right now, I have something important to do." With that, Amelia Avery ignored her brother's expression, braced herself, and bolted out the door.
Tristan Grayson started to reach out and stop her, but after a moment's thought, he pulled his hand back. 'Men and women shouldn't touch indiscriminately! Yes, that's the reason...'
"Tristan, I didn't ask you to come here just to watch the show!" Aiden Avery had been knocked back several steps by his sister. Once he recovered, he clutched his chest and started scolding Tristan Grayson.
