Chapter 567 Kingsley Goes on a Date!
A moment later, Amara knocked on the door.
Kingsley glanced at the papers in his hand and said, "Come in!"
Amara stepped into the office, and without looking up, Kingsley said, "The sofa's a mess; tidy it up."
She nodded and got to work.
There were a few magazines and Kingsley's coat on the sofa. As she shook out the coat, a small box fell out.
Just as she was about to put it back, Kingsley spoke up. "A sample from a business partner; you can have it."
Amara was taken aback. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but Kingsley walked over.
He took the jewelry box from her hand and opened it. Inside was a diamond bracelet. The diamonds weren't huge, but they were exquisite and beautiful.
Amara didn't know much about jewelry, but she could tell this bracelet was valuable. She didn't dare accept it.
Kingsley shoved the box into her hand. "Take it; consider it a perk!"
Amara looked down and asked softly, "Can I sell it?"
Kingsley snorted, "It's not even on the market yet. Think you can?"
Amara didn't dare ask more.
She softly thanked him, carefully put the bracelet away, and continued tidying the sofa. When she bent over, Kingsley noticed her soft neck, with fine hairs that made her look a bit youthful.
Kingsley stood silently behind her. When Amara finished tidying and stood up, she bumped right into his arms.
Kingsley only took a step back and then stood still.
Amara's small face was pressed against his shoulder, her body almost against his, her legs in stockings brushing against his suit pants. In her panic, his hand grasped her thin, soft waist, which felt incredibly smooth.
Kingsley was very tall, making Amara seem small.
After spending so much time together, this was their closest contact. She smelled a faint, clean scent on him, not knowing which brand of men's cologne it was, while she smelled of milk lotion.
Rebelliously, she stayed close for a long time before quickly standing up straight.
But Kingsley still held her waist, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "You still smell like milk. How old were you when you weaned?"
She looked up.
Kingsley's eyes were slightly dark, but the next second he let go of her and said nonchalantly, "Be more careful next time!"
Kingsley walked back behind his desk, casually flipping through the documents, and said, "After work, go to the supermarket to buy groceries! By the way, I want beef today!"
Amara nodded. "Okay!"
She was a bit dazed. Kingsley put down the documents in his hand. "If there's nothing else, you can go out now!"
Amara left the CEO's office, and after closing the door, she took out the small velvet box from her pocket and looked at it quietly for a long time.
This was probably the best thing she had ever owned in her life.
Kingsley often deliberately made things difficult for her, but he was also one of the few who treated her well. Someone as elegant and refined as him, Amara never dared to imagine being with him. They were simply not on the same level.
Maybe, when he got tired of her, it would be over. She could still keep this job.
As she pushed open the secretary's door, she heard a few colleagues gossiping inside, their voices sharp and full of disdain.
"Who does she think she is? Kingsley is just looking for something new, probably never seen such a bumpkin before!"
"Exactly! Not to mention Syeattel, even in Kingsley's family, there are beauties! Amara really doesn't measure up! Kingsley will definitely marry someone rich in the future."
"They come from different worlds. What is she thinking? Does she think cooking a few meals for Kingsley will make him marry her?"
"I think you guys are overthinking it! Kingsley just treats her like a maid! You know, the maids at the Hawkins Mansion earn no less than fifty thousand dollars a month. Amara is too cheap!"
The women laughed.
Even though it was unbearable, Amara still walked in.
The office immediately fell silent, and the women forced a smile, each doing their own thing.
Amara sat at her desk.
After a long time, she put the small box into the drawer and gently closed it.
She went about her work as if nothing had happened, just like every time she was bullied. She could tell the difference; the bullying from these people was different from Kingsley's. Theirs was malicious. But she never thought about revenge or the satisfaction of turning the tables.
She just wanted to live and save money. She had been through much harder times. But her eyes were a bit teary, and she naturally felt upset.
The office was eerily quiet.
The women were still afraid she would snitch, so she came over and spoke softly, implying they were just chatting casually.
Amara smiled faintly.
The secretaries breathed a sigh of relief and didn't take Amara seriously.
It seemed Amara hadn't captured Kingsley's heart, otherwise, she wouldn't be bullied like this!
Just then, the office door opened.
Kingsley stood at the door and said calmly, "Amara, I need to go back to the apartment for a video conference. Pack up and come with me."
Amara looked up. "Leave now?"
Her eyes were still a bit red, looking pitiful.
Kingsley just glanced at the other secretaries, who quickly stood up. "Mr. Hawkins!"
Kingsley just walked straight to Amara's desk and knocked lightly. "Now!"
Not only that, he threw his suit jacket at her and then walked out.
Amara quickly packed up and followed.
Kingsley entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 24th floor, and looked at the downcast Amara. "Do they often bully you? Why didn't you tell me?"
"No!"
"No? Then why are your eyes red?"
Amara looked up, and after a long time, slowly said, "They're just colleagues; I don't really care."
Kingsley lightly adjusted his shirt collar, his tone indifferent. "What about me? Am I just a colleague too?"
"No! You're the boss," she said softly, humbly, finally pleasing Kingsley.
He chuckled lightly.
The elevator stopped on the 24th floor. Amara was a bit surprised, but Kingsley had already walked into the HR department. Kingsley rarely came by, and the HR department was on high alert.
But Kingsley said indifferently, "Replace all the secretaries in the CEO's office."
The HR manager looked at Amara. "What about Amara?"
Kingsley glanced at him, and the manager shivered. Suddenly, he noticed the coat in Amara's hand and figured out that Amara was with Kingsley!
By the end of the day, those secretaries were all fired because of their gossip.
Kingsley got into the car without explaining his actions. Amara, sitting beside him, couldn't help but speak up, "It wasn't necessary."
Kingsley glanced at her and then started looking at his phone. "Are you giving me instructions?"
Kingsley remained nonchalant. He put down his phone, his long, beautiful fingers supporting his chin. "My future wife can be in charge of all my young secretaries."
Kingsley quietly watched her, then suddenly smiled. "But I don't have a girlfriend yet!"
Amara remained silent.
Kingsley, satisfied, instructed the driver, "Go to the supermarket across from the apartment! Drop me off and then head back!"
Jared said, "You haven't been coming home for dinner lately. Frederick even said he wants to come over to your place for a meal."
Kingsley's lips curled slightly and said, "Too nosy!"
Jared chuckled sheepishly.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped in the supermarket parking lot. Amara finally came to her senses. "Weren't you going back for a video conference?"
"I changed my mind! I want to shop at the supermarket, is that not okay?"
Amara immediately got out of the car, and Kingsley took the coat from her hand and tossed it back into the car. Then he asked her, "Did you bring money?"
Amara nodded and honestly said, "I have a little over 50 dollars."
"Is that all?" Kingsley seemed a bit disdainful. He said seriously, "Today, you're paying for the groceries. I might also eat something here, so you handle it!"
Amara looked at his high-end shirt and the perfectly tailored suit pants, those long legs comparable to a male model's.
She had been managing his accessories lately.
A watch on his wrist alone cost over 8 million dollars.
And yet, he was eyeing her 50 dollars. Amara pouted.
Kingsley found her pout incredibly cute.
Once inside the supermarket, he insisted she push a cart and follow him around.
Kingsley wanted the best of everything, all imported.
A small box of steak cost over 30 dollars.
Amara's face reddened, and she whispered, "If we buy this, we won't be able to get much else. Didn't you want other things too?"
That box of imported steak was put back.
Kingsley lifted his aristocratic chin and asked, "Is there something cheaper?"
Amara's face felt warm as she picked a vacuum-sealed pack for 9 dollars.
Kingsley specifically checked the expiration date.
Kingsley specifically checked the expiration date, then put it in the cart. From then on, all his ingredients and milk were switched to cheaper options. Kingsley complained, "I pay you so much, and you can't even treat me to a decent meal?"
Amara, picking vegetables, said, "I usually eat these."
Actually, she usually couldn't afford these.
Today, she was already spending generously, giving Kingsley the best. Normally, 50 dollars could buy her groceries for ten days.
Kingsley said nothing more.
When Amara checked out, he specifically looked at the bill, 51 dollars.
He asked her, "How much do you have left?"
"Not much money is left."
"Then what can you treat me to?"
Amara looked at him.
A few minutes later, the two were sitting in a KFC, with a cup of coffee and two cherry pies in front of Kingsley.
The billionaire Kingsley had never eaten such food.
He stared at it for a long time.
Amara unwrapped a cherry pie and handed it to him. "It's better hot!"
He said disdainfully, "I don't eat sweets!"
He did start drinking the coffee, though. The taste couldn't compare to freshly brewed coffee, but for Amara's sake, he reluctantly drank it. He noticed that in other couples, the men were quite accommodating to the women.
Kingsley ate, and Amara's heart began to settle.
She ate a cherry pie and asked, "Are you sure you don't want any? It's quite good."
Kingsley initially looked disdainful, but then thought, 'If eating it will make Amara happy, I can make an exception!'
So he cleared his throat. "Help me unwrap it."
Amara, used to serving him, didn't find it odd.
But nearby, a few girls giggled. "Help me unwrap it? Why doesn't he just say, 'Feed me!'"
Amara blushed. Kingsley's eyes darkened. He stretched his long legs and then casually said, "Feed me!"
The girls were stunned.
"What a nerve!" But looking closely at the man, they stopped talking. He was incredibly handsome, far more graceful than any movie star.
He looked completely out of place in a KFC, and the girl beside him was clearly dressed as a secretary. Was the CEO having a date with his secretary in KFC?
Amara pouted for the first time. She whispered, "If you don't want it, forget it!"
Kingsley looked at her for a long time, realizing she was a bit angry. If they were at the apartment, he would definitely tease her more, but outside, he had to show her some respect.
He took the small cherry pie, picked up the two large bags of groceries, and gently patted Amara's head. "Let's go home!"
Upon hearing this, those women were extremely envious.
Amara followed behind Kingsley, her head down. Once outside, she whispered, "They will misunderstand!"
She tried to take the bags from him. But Kingsley wouldn't let her. He asked softly, "Misunderstand what?"
Amara looked up.
Kingsley's gaze was deeper than usual, more serious. He seemed to want an answer from her.
After a long time, Amara said softly, "They'll assume you're a pervert!"
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