Amanda's POV
Remy didn't seem to be enjoying this trip home. When he came to me, he was kind of expressionless. He didn't tell me that he was upset, but I could tell from his body movements.
His handsome eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Maybe he was annoyed about something. I subconsciously nestled in his arms and stretched out a finger to smooth his wrinkled eyebrows. He woke from his reverie, took my hand, and left a vague, faint kiss on the tip of my finger.
"Remy, are you upset?" I couldn't help but ask him. I was well aware that whether I asked this question or not wouldn't make a difference. After all, I had already sent the flash drive out, and I was about to leave. However, he looked so fragile now, which rarely happened. Seeing that, I couldn't help it.
"No, Amanda." He turned his head to kiss me, and we kissed each other naturally on the sofa.