Amelia Shaw was jolted awake by the thunderous crash of Charlie River kicking open her door.
She scrambled to sit up, clutching the silk quilt to her chest. "Who is it?"
Charlie River flipped on the light. His face was an icy mask as he strode over, wordlessly yanking her by the arm and dragging her from the bed.
Amelia Shaw cried out, "Charlie River, what are you doing? Let go of me! Ah!"
Ignoring the woman's wails, Charlie River coldly and ruthlessly dragged her downstairs.
The luxurious main hall was ablaze with light.
Servants, maids, and bodyguards stood in neat, respectful lines.
The neckline of Amelia Shaw's sleep gown gaped open, revealing a large expanse of skin and the faint outline of her braless chest.
"Young Master, Miss Shaw has been brought," a bodyguard reported.
Charlie River shoved Amelia Shaw forward. Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled and fell into Thomas Shannon's arms.
