Chapter 579 Amara, Have You Ever Loved Me?
Kingsley's look was cold, like he had a big "stay away" sign on him, making Dina hesitate for a second.
Dina remembered how Kingsley had looked at the girl who broke the dishes. His eyes were full of longing, memories, and a bit of hate too.
She knew Amara had once captured Kingsley's heart, and Dina had her own reasons for wanting to get close to him.
Dina had the same last name as Amara and a cute, charming look. Plus, she was way better at socializing than Amara. So, she figured she had a shot at winning Kingsley over.
But Kingsley just treated her like she was invisible.
Even though she was annoyed, Dina didn't dare to make a scene. She quickly got out of the elevator, headed to the front desk, and got a new room. The other colleagues saw this and got the hint that Kingsley wasn't into Dina.
Actually, a bunch of people had already seen Amara earlier. No one expected her to be in this small town, doing this kind of work.
Was Kingsley's look earlier a sign he still had feelings for her?
He stood alone in the elevator, watching the red numbers climb until he reached the top-floor presidential suite. The suite was huge and fancy, but felt super empty.
He dropped his bags and, not in the mood to unpack, flopped onto the sofa, staring out at the night view of Stellaria City.
He couldn't stop thinking about Amara's messy appearance.
Late at night, he dug through his luggage for some clean clothes, took a shower, and changed.
Amara finished her shift at the café at ten.
She changed clothes and walked out of the five-star hotel.
Even though it was early summer, she felt a chill.
Amara pulled her collar tighter, bought a sandwich from a street vendor, and ate as she walked.
After a couple of turns, she finished the sandwich.
She stopped in front of a restaurant.
The owner greeted her warmly, "Amara, you're here! The dirty dishes are in the back. There's a lot today, so it might be a bit of a hassle."
"No problem!" Amara smiled and said, "I've got plenty of energy!"
The owner was happy with her work. Sending the dishes to a cleaning service would cost twice as much. She didn't get why a young girl like Amara would do such a dirty, tiring job, but she trusted her and left the door open before leaving.
Amara squatted in the dim kitchen, scrubbing the greasy dishes. She could make twenty bucks from this, adding up to six hundred a month. With her other two jobs, she could pull in nearly four thousand a month.
She worked nonstop, determined to pay off her debt as quickly as she could.
She figured that once the debt was gone, she would feel more at ease facing Kingsley again.
As for their relationship, she didn't even dare to think about it.
What happened that night in her tiny apartment felt like a dream.
She should forget it. And she almost had, like a kid who had a sweet cookie and the taste faded over time. But whenever she thought about it, it still hurt.
Her cut finger, soaked in dirty water, started to swell and ache.
Amara pulled her hand out and stared at her rough fingers, lost in thought, but she couldn't afford to daydream for long.
She would be done around one in the morning.
She had to be at the breakfast shop by six.
She scrubbed furiously, almost forgetting the pain in her hand. In the dim, narrow restaurant, Kingsley stood with an air of distinction, his shadow stretched long by the faint light.
It wasn't until the thin smoke cleared that Amara suddenly looked up and met his eyes.
He was dressed to the nines as usual, even in such a shabby place, his elegance undiminished. But his gaze was cold, like he was looking at a stranger.
Amara's lips moved slightly.
At that moment, she felt even more embarrassed than she had at the café.
She didn't even know where to put her hands.
Kingsley slowly smoked a cigarette, his tone indifferent and leisurely. "Do you love him that much? Love him enough to do anything for him?"
A man's pride wouldn't let him easily talk about Ralph's disgrace.
He stared at Amara, not sure what he wanted to hear from her.
Was it her plea, her repentance, and then her begging him to take her back to Syeattel?
Kingsley thought that if she pleaded, he might be willing to help her! Just help, nothing more!
After a long while, Amara said softly, "Yes, I love him very much!"
Kingsley's expression darkened.
He sneered. "Great! You two are a perfect match! So why did you break up?"
Amara couldn't tell him that she had fallen for him. She could have deceived him and gotten together with him at that time, but the gap between them was too vast, and she did have a boyfriend before. It was all too humiliating, so she stayed silent.
Kingsley quietly watched her for a long time. After finishing his cigarette, he left.
The dim kitchen grew even darker.
Amara blinked lightly, lowered her head, and continued scrubbing the greasy dishes. But her tears fell relentlessly, one after another.
Late at night, her fingers wrinkled, and her back ached before she finished cleaning. She took the twenty dollars the restaurant owner had left on the table and slowly left, dragging her tired body.
A black car was parked in front of the small restaurant.
Kingsley sat in the driver's seat, his hand out the window, a cigarette between his slender fingers.
Amara stood there, locking eyes with him.
After what felt like forever, she walked over and said softly, "I'll pay back the $80,000 to you."
Kingsley flicked the ash from his cigarette.
He frowned slightly. "You thought for so long just to tell me this? That bracelet was worth over ten million dollars, but you don't need to pay it back. I've already taken it back and thrown it in the trash. We're even now!"
It was the first time he had spoken harshly, and it was to a girl. "You don't owe me anything! After all, that night at your place, I quite enjoyed myself too."
Amara's throat felt tight. She wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come.
She just lowered her eyes and said, "I will pay back the money, and you didn't used to smoke much! It's bad for your health."
Her voice grew softer. "I have $8,000 at my place, I can give it to you first!"
Kingsley looked at her coldly. "Are you inviting me?"
"No! I'm just repaying the money!" Amara tightened her clothes again, still feeling cold. She pointed ahead. "I live very close, just a 5-minute walk. You can follow me."
"Get in the car!"
Amara refused to get in, afraid of dirtying it with her grimy clothes.
She knew Kingsley loved cleanliness, almost to the point of being a germaphobe.
"Get in the car!" His voice grew colder.
Amara didn't move, pointed ahead again, and then ran off alone.
Late at night, the streets were empty.
Her small figure jogged down the road, looking lonely, while Kingsley sat quietly in the car.
His eyes were a bit teary.
He didn't know how to describe his feelings. He hated her, even despised her. He had even thought about how she had belonged to someone else and then ended up in bed with him.
Even if they hadn't actually had sex, what difference did it make?
They had been together for almost six months. He believed she knew that he liked her, and she had such a long time to explain it to him, but she didn't.
Kingsley bit his finger, turned on the car's headlights, and slowly drove behind her.
Amara's current place was even more rundown than the last.
Apart from a bed made of planks and a small broken table, there was barely any room to turn around.
Amara felt a bit uneasy. She wanted to invite him to sit, but realized there was no place to sit except the bed.
She bit her lip, reached under the bed to pull out a slab, and after a few tries, pulled out several stacks of money from a hole in the wall. The bills were old, clearly saved for a long time.
She gently placed the money on the small table.
She said softly, "This is all I've saved! I'll pay you back first!"
Kingsley quietly watched her hands. They were no longer as delicate as before. She used to take care of them, always carrying a cute light green hand cream. Did she have to save even the money for hand cream now?
His throat tightened, and he asked her again, "Do you really love him that much?"
"Yes!" Amara answered without hesitation. She vaguely guessed his thoughts, but she didn't deserve to be with him.
After speaking, she lowered her eyes and said the words she had thought about countless times, "Mr. Hawkins, we are from two different worlds."
Kingsley reached out and fiddled with the money.
He thought for a while. After a long time, he said, "Keep the money! Make me a bowl of instant noodles, and we'll call it even."
Amara looked up. Her eyes were misty with tears. She trembled as she said, "Mr. Hawkins, you don't have to be so kind to me!"
Kingsley sneered and repeated what he had just said.
Amara only had a simple small pot, but fortunately, she had bought some pasta a few days ago.
Kingsley leaned against her bed, took out another cigarette, and slowly smoked.
He watched her set up the small pot, plug it in, and add water.
A few minutes later, she brought two plates of pasta to the small table. After thinking for a moment, she bravely took the cigarette from his lips. "You shouldn't smoke; it's bad for your health!"
Kingsley’s gaze was intense and frightening. In a heartbeat, he seized her slender wrist and pinned her beneath him.
The same scene as two months ago, the same ambiguous picture, but things had changed.
Amara's eyes reddened. "Please get up!"
Kingsley slowly moved his hand, finally grabbing hers. He held it tightly, and her fingers were injured, causing her to cry out softly, "It hurts!"
"You know pain too?" Kingsley seemed like a different person. His fingers slipped into her clothes, treating her roughly.
In the small rented room, Amara's soft cries of pain echoed.
Despite never having any sexual experience, Kingsley now acted like he was very experienced.
"You're really pushing my buttons!" Kingsley's face flushed red. The colder and more ruthless his attitude towards her, the stronger his desire for her grew. She was stripped bare, humiliated, and at his mercy.
Amara only dared to softly beg him to stop.
Kingsley leaned close to her ear, watching her expression. "Are you enjoying this?"
He spoke crudely, probably just to humiliate her. Amara was almost out of breath from his actions. But she had never experienced sex, and he easily aroused her desire.
Just as she couldn't control herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him.
Kingsley's voice was cold. "Amara, did you ever love me?"
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