Chapter 568 He Has Never Liked Anyone This Much!
Kingsley shot her a glare.
Amara finally got spooked after a while. "I'm such a weirdo!"
Kingsley kept strolling towards the apartment, asking casually, "So, what makes you a weirdo?"
"I made you eat cherry pie!"
Kingsley came to a halt.
She didn't notice and bumped right into him, her little nose turning red from the impact.
"Ouch!" she yelped.
Kingsley turned around, not even asking if she was okay. Instead, he focused on her red nose. After a long pause, he said something totally random, "The real weird thing is you keep insisting on dating me."
Amara covered her nose, staring at him.
Kingsley put on a self-righteous look. "Didn't you say you had over 50 bucks?"
Amara stayed silent.
She tried to grab the bag, but Kingsley suddenly handed it to her. It was super heavy!
Kingsley watched her struggle with a smirk, humming a little tune, "Since you know you're a weirdo, try to behave better!"
With that, he stepped into the elevator first, looking all composed.
Amara followed, secretly wondering what he meant by "behave better."
She found out when they got to the apartment.
Kingsley grabbed himself half a glass of water. After drinking it, he pulled out two carrots from the shopping bag. "Eat this."
Amara didn't want to and mumbled, "If I eat this, there won't be any left for cooking!"
Kingsley was waiting for that.
He pretended to think it over, then lightly coughed. "Just eat one! Save the other for cooking."
For the sake of this job and the $20,000 bonus, Amara washed the carrot and was about to take a small bite when Kingsley generously said, "Sit here and eat!"
He even got her a glass of water.
In Kingsley's eyes, she was probably just a little pet to be watched!
After finishing one carrot, her eyes were filled with tears. It was so humiliating!
But she had to act like nothing happened and quietly said she was done. Kingsley's twisted pleasure was satisfied, and he checked the time. "I want to take a nap. Call me when dinner's ready!"
It was only four o'clock, and he was napping at home.
Life really was unfair.
Amara was fuming but didn't dare to speak out. She took the bag into the kitchen and started planning dinner.
Kingsley glanced towards the kitchen and chuckled lightly.
He unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, took off his watch, and stretched his neck.
Since taking over the Hawkins Group, he rarely relaxed.
But ever since Amara joined the secretarial team, Kingsley found life much more interesting.
Amara cooked for him and did his chores. But it wasn't enough.
Each night, he longed to hold her, breathe in her sweet scent, and lose himself in the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Kingsley was about to take a shower when the doorbell rang.
He went to open the door, and outside was a delivery guy with a rather large bag.
Kingsley frowned and said, "I didn't order anything, but this is my address."
Then he saw that the receipt had Frederick's name on it.
After thinking for a moment, he knew it was Jared who had leaked the info.
But Kingsley was in a good mood and didn't bother to argue. He opened the bag, and there were quite a few things inside: a bottle of red wine, a box of fancy ice cream, and two boxes of condoms.
Kingsley held them in his hand, staring at them for a long time before chuckling.
Just as he was about to put the items down, Amara walked in.
She was there to ask about his preferences, but her eyes immediately landed on what he was holding, and her face turned bright red.
Kingsley's eyes darkened, and after a moment, he handed her the box of ice cream. "Frederick got this for you!"
Wait, wasn't that Kingsley's dad? Why would he order ice cream for her?
Amara was stunned, her eyes drifting to the other items in his hand. Kingsley noticed and snorted lightly, "Don't worry; these aren't for you!"
Amara wanted to bolt with the ice cream.
A warm arm gently caught her, his breath hot against her ear. "But if you want, I don't mind sharing."
Before Amara could react, he walked into the master bedroom with the items, leaving her standing there, anxious and uneasy.
She could feel that her relationship with him was very complicated.
And she knew deep down that she could fully relax here and that she had the best, even if it never truly belonged to her.
Kingsley had taken a shower and casually put on a white bathrobe. He leaned against the door for a long time, looking at her, and said quietly, "The ice cream is going to melt!"
Amara suddenly snapped back to reality and said in a low voice, "I'll eat it in the kitchen!"
"In the dining room! Eat it before you cook!"
Fortunately, he went back to the master bedroom after saying that. After a while, music and voices came from inside; he was probably watching a movie.
Amara sniffled lightly. She took her ice cream and walked to the dining table to sit down. She ate it slowly, savoring each spoonful. The ice cream was a double serving, and Amara finished it all.
While cooking, her stomach suddenly started to hurt. She endured it for a long time but couldn't hold it in. Dragging her uncomfortable body to the bedroom door, she said in a small voice, "Kingsley, I'm not feeling well. Can I go home today?"
Kingsley was leaning against the headboard watching a movie!
He looked up upon hearing her words, then lightly frowned. "What's wrong?"
Amara's face was a bit flushed; she mumbled that she just needed to rest, but she couldn't hide it from Kingsley. He got out of bed and checked her over, finally seeing the bloodstain on the back of her dress.
"Is it your period?" His voice was very soft.
Amara only felt ashamed, using her canvas bag to cover her butt, wanting to leave.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, a few thunderclaps sounded in sync. Then came a torrential downpour!
Amara looked outside, then turned back with a look of frightened confusion.
Kingsley took her canvas bag away and led her to the guest bathroom. "Take care of it quickly!"
The door closed, but Amara didn't dare to move easily.
She was covered in blood; didn't Kingsley mind? Weren't some wealthy families quite particular about these things?
Outside the bathroom door, Kingsley called his chief secretary, Rebecca Diaz. "Get some feminine hygiene products and deliver them within 10 minutes!"
After saying that, he hung up.
Rebecca looked at the pouring rain outside, feeling a bit emotional.
She knew Amara was in Kingsley's apartment.
Rebecca pondered, 'She is quite fair-skinned, but not exceptionally beautiful. Why does Kingsley care so much?'
But a task from Kingsley had to be completed, even if it was raining cats and dogs.
Rebecca took the company car, braved the rain, and bought a pack of feminine products. She also thoughtfully prepared a pair of disposable underwear.
At 9 minutes and 9 seconds, she delivered them to Kingsley's apartment on time.
Kingsley opened the door, took the items, and dismissed her, so she didn't see Amara.
After closing the door, Kingsley went to the guest bathroom door and knocked lightly. "The items are here! Open the door a bit."
After a moment, the door opened a crack, and she reached out.
Kingsley placed the items in her hand, then returned to the master bedroom.
On the bedside table, there were still the condoms his dad had sent!
He picked them up, fiddled with them, and chuckled silently.
Honestly, he had some sexual desire for her.
Kingsley had never dated a woman, but that didn't mean he had no such thoughts. In the past, he was indifferent, but with Amara around every day, it was impossible not to feel any desire. But now was not the right time.
Kingsley threw the two boxes into the bedside drawer, closed it, and looked up to see Amara gently knocking on the door. Her face still didn't look good, and she was saying goodbye.
She had a bag by her side, probably with her soiled clothes.
Kingsley asked, "Does it not hurt anymore?"
It actually still hurt, but in this situation, Amara couldn't stay here any longer. Her dress was dirty and would soil the place.
She nodded lightly and thanked him in a small voice.
Kingsley was silent for a moment. He thought, 'I could force her to stay, but in what capacity? Boss? That would undoubtedly seem ill-intentioned.
Boyfriend? Technically, we are nothing!'
After a moment, he got up to change clothes. "I'll take you home!"
Taking her home, maybe he could buy her some painkillers and order her dinner. He couldn't just leave her alone.
Amara quickly refused. "I'll just take a cab!"
Kingsley snorted, "You don't have much money on you. How are you going to take a cab?"
Amara didn't know how to respond!
While she hesitated, he had already taken off his bathrobe and picked up the clothes at the foot of the bed to change into.
Honestly, Amara couldn't help but notice his impressive physique. He exuded masculine strength, and every inch of his skin and muscle seemed perfect, making it hard for her to look directly at him. She quickly turned away.
A few minutes later, Kingsley came out, holding an extra coat.
He casually tossed it over her, and Amara felt much warmer.
But she didn't dare accept it. "It'll get dirty!"
Kingsley didn't mind. "You can wash it! Besides, I think this coat is too small for me; you can have it!"
In the elevator, he looked at her small frame wrapped in the coat, appearing weak and helpless.
He said softly, "I have a lot of coats I don't wear. I can give them all to you."
He often said one thing and meant another, and Amara knew that.
She just lowered her head. He treated her so well that she almost didn't dare accept it.
In the car, Kingsley turned the heat up high.
Amara felt much better. She carefully used tissues to protect the seat, afraid of dirtying his car.
Kingsley focused on driving, casually saying, "I can wash the car."
Amara's face flushed slightly.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an old building. Kingsley frowned as he looked inside. "Didn't I tell you to rent a place near me? And the conditions here really suck."
Amara defended herself in a small voice. "I've never been late!"
Kingsley looked at her quietly, his gaze very focused. After a long time, he said softly, "You haven't been late, but..."
The atmosphere in the car became a bit tense.
Amara didn't dare listen to what he might say next. Fortunately, he stopped, smiling faintly. "I've never seen anyone who loves money as much as you!"
He tossed his phone to her. "Give me the exact address!"
Amara hesitated but gave it to him. Then she opened the car door and got out, bending down to thank him gratefully.
Kingsley turned his head and nodded reservedly.
The black Cullinan quickly drove away, slowly disappearing into the night. Amara's smile also slowly faded.
She clutched her stomach and slowly went upstairs.
There were no lights in the hallway, so she hunched over and used her phone's flashlight.
After a long struggle, she finally reached the top-floor attic. She opened the door, got herself a cup of water, and sipped it slowly, but it didn't relieve the dull pain in her lower abdomen.
She leaned against the bed to rest. From this angle, she could see the small window.
Because of the rain, the sky was a bit white.
She thought of Kingsley; he should be home by now!
Her phone rang; it was the hospital calling, the voice was still familiar. "Amara, let's give up! I don't want to continue the treatment! I want to come back."
Amara held the phone, dazed. "Wait a little longer; I'll find a way!"
But the call was hung up.
The warmth she had just enjoyed in the apartment was gone, leaving only fear and helplessness about the future.
Amara, who had just graduated, couldn't afford $800,000 for surgery!
She slowly lay down on the bed, trembling, hugging herself lightly.
For two years, she lived in the fear of raising money every day. They hadn't even had a decent meal together, and even their calls were about treatment.
Thinking back, the last time they met was last month. In her life, Kingsley was the one who was always there.
Amara curled up, suddenly feeling a bit regretful. Kingsley had always shown that he liked her.
If she had been with him, she would have been able to raise the money for the surgery.
The thought flashed by, and she felt despicable.
The door was gently knocked, and outside was Kingsley's voice. "Open the door!"
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