Chapter 569 Kingsley, We're not in the Same League!
Hearing Kingsley's voice, Amara froze.
Why was Kingsley here?
Lost in her thoughts, she heard him shout from outside, "If you don't open up, I'm kicking this door down! It's practically falling apart anyway."
With no other choice, Amara got up and opened the door.
As soon as it swung open, she saw Kingsley's face. He looked a bit gloomy, but only for a second. Then he switched back to his usual cocky look.
"It's too cramped in here," Amara muttered.
Kingsley glanced around. The attic was tiny, less than 400 square feet, but it was neat and clean.
He walked in with a bag, his fancy clothes clashing with the shabby room, but he seemed totally at ease. He pulled out a box of painkillers. "You know how to use these, right?"
Amara just stared at him, confused.
She couldn't figure out why someone like him insisted on coming over. Despite their different worlds, he didn't look down on her.
Her eyes started to well up.
Kingsley took on a bossy tone. "Need me to get you some water?"
Amara shook her head. "You don't have to be so nice to me."
"I'm just worried there won't be anyone to cook for me," Kingsley said, not sounding sincere at all, but he still got her a glass of water, his voice softer. "Take the medicine!"
Even though he usually enjoyed teasing her, he knew he had to take care of her when she was sick.
This place was small and old, but Amara had her pride.
Taking the medicine, Amara's eyes reddened even more.
She silently took the pills, then looked up to see Kingsley pulling out two bento boxes, clearly from a five-star hotel.
Was he planning to eat here?
Kingsley saw her dazed look and raised his chin slightly. "Aren't you hungry? I'm starving!"
Amara finally snapped out of it.
She quickly wiped the chair and the edge of the table, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Kingsley quietly watched her, but his gaze was gentle.
Amara sat down and took a bite before softly saying, "You should leave after eating. This isn't a place for someone like you."
Kingsley kept looking at her.
Amara's heart started to race, and she looked at him almost helplessly.
Suddenly, Kingsley leaned in. He lightly kissed her red lips, his voice slightly hoarse and very sexy. "If you don't want to eat, let's do something else."
Amara could hardly move.
She stared at Kingsley. Compared to her disheveled state, he was so dazzling.
To her, he was like a luxury item in a display case, forever out of reach.
But at this moment, she couldn't help but be moved.
Maybe it was because she had suffered for so long! So, when he finally showed her some care, she longed for that warmth and couldn't bear to let go.
Kingsley kissed her again and carried her to the small bed. Amara was a bit uneasy, her voice trembling as she pressed against his shoulder. "Kingsley!"
Kingsley knelt by the bed, one hand cradling her small head, kissing her gently while soothing her. "Don't be afraid! I won't do anything!"
Amara was still menstruating, so he just wanted to kiss her. But Amara was still trembling uncontrollably.
Clearly, she had never been with a man. Kingsley hadn't either. He had always kept himself pure and had never sought out a woman to satisfy his needs.
He should have been inexperienced, but he knew how to make her feel comfortable. Even though he was just kissing and touching her, it was enough to stir her desire.
Eventually, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck.
Kingsley, aroused, held her hand, indicating she should help him satisfy his need. The confined space was filled with an atmosphere of desire, making hearts race and cheeks flush.
Dinner was delayed by an hour.
Finally, in Amara's tiny kitchen, the food was reheated before they ate.
During the meal, no one spoke, and Amara kept her head down.
Her face was burning!
She felt that, in terms of both looks and status, today's kiss and intimacy were clearly to her advantage. She was mortified.
After they finished eating, Kingsley noticed Amara's head was still down and chuckled. "Still shy?"
He glanced around the room before speaking again, "Move in with me!"
He added, "You can pick the guest room or the master bedroom."
Amara hesitated, then said softly, "We're not right for each other."
Kingsley's smile faded. After a moment, he asked, "So, you're rejecting me? Is it because of our different statuses?"
His parents didn't care about that, and he didn't need a woman's family background to boost his own.
Without Amara, he might have ended up in an arranged marriage.
Kingsley usually seemed aloof and hard to please, but he was different with her. He knew he wanted to be with Amara. And she could just be herself.
They could have kids. He would pick one to groom for the family business. The others could live happily like Amara.
Amara's lips moved slightly. She was about to say something but swallowed it back.
"I won't go to your place tomorrow!" she mustered the courage to say.
Kingsley looked at her quietly for a long time. She was rejecting him.
In the past, he wouldn't have had patience with a woman. But this time, he showed rare patience and didn't pressure her, simply saying, "Alright."
He gracefully stood up, bid her farewell, and reminded her not to be late for work.
The door closed.
Kingsley stood in the dim hallway, separated by a door. Amara leaned lightly against the door.
Tears slid down her cheeks.
She was drawn to him, but they belonged to different worlds.
The next day at the Hawkins Group, Kingsley sat in the CEO's office, leaning back in his chair, his long fingers gently tapping the desk.
It was ten o'clock, and Amara hadn't shown up!
Kingsley leaned forward and pressed the phone. "Has Amara come in?"
Rebecca replied, "Not yet! Do you want me to call and check?"
Kingsley said indifferently, "No need!"
He had already called Amara, but her phone was off.
Concern gnawed at him—was she unwell?
He shouldn't have left her alone last night in that cold, damp place. Was she really sick?
Kingsley immediately stood up. He grabbed his car keys and walked out of the office. Rebecca approached him. "Sir, the meeting is about to start."
"Delay it!" Kingsley said without hesitation.
Rebecca, who had worked with him for years, guessed it had something to do with Amara. She thought to herself, 'Amara must be quite something!'
As Kingsley went downstairs, he called again, but it was still off.
He tossed the phone aside, his handsome face slightly tense, and drove to Amara's place.
Fifteen minutes later, he parked and went upstairs.
The door opened easily, and inside was a middle-aged woman packing things. Hearing the noise, the woman turned around, stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Are you Mr. Hawkins? There's a letter here from Amara for you!"
Kingsley had a hunch. He reached out and took the letter, unfolding it.
On the paper, Amara had left only a few words: [Kingsley, we're not in the same league! Don't look for me.]
Kingsley read those two lines over and over, finally realizing that Amara had truly left, even after he had confessed his feelings and they had done everything couples do, except make love.
Kingsley stood quietly for a long time.
The woman cautiously asked, "You look very distinguished. Are you Amara's boyfriend?"
Kingsley just left with the letter.
A week later, Kingsley received a package.
Inside was a familiar velvet box. Opening it, he found a diamond bracelet he had given Amara lying inside.
He had said it was a sample from a business partner, but in reality, it was a unique piece designed by a world-renowned designer, worth $12 million, and Amara had sold it for just $800,000.
Kingsley looked at it for a long time, then made a call. "Where is she?"
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