Chapter Ten.

Amelia’s POV.

My eyes widened as he towered over me, his face contorted in a smile. I blinked, my hands coming up to cover my face in shock. For what seemed like an eternity, he just stood there, staring at me. Finally, he composed himself, and his features hardened.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his voice low and threatening. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I-I came to apologize,” I managed to stammer out, my gaze fixed on the floor.

My jaw dropped as he spoke, and I struggled to make sense of what I was hearing.

“You don't need to apologize,” he said, his voice softening.

I looked at him, wondering if I was dreaming. This wasn't the Greyson I knew, the one who yelled and berated me at every opportunity. He cleared his throat, and I realized he was waiting for a response.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“It's nothing,” he said, and then he slammed the door. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my eyes fixed at the d