CHRISTOPHER'S POV
“Come in.“ I growled in frustration. It was my spineless secretary, Jeff.
“Mr. Gates, you have a delivery.“
I smiled coldly. “Bring them up.“
“Y…yes.“
He returned a few minutes later with all the presents I had personally picked out for Amelia. I thought she would like it. Why the hell was she returning it?
“Drop it and get out of my office.“ I didn't need to tell him twice.
I examined all the bags and pretty dresses I personally picked out for her. That ungrateful wench didn't even bother to open the presents. I gritted my teeth in anger.
I had tried to make her feel welcome by sending all those flowers to her, but she ended up getting rid of them while I was on the phone with her.
Amelia was getting on my nerves, but I reminded myself to be patient. She will
