Chapter 580 Kingsley, I Never Loved You!
Amara was lying there, her mind a total blank, when he suddenly asked, "Did you ever love me?"
She was caught off guard, feeling weak beneath him.
Even though Kingsley hadn't actually gone all the way, Amara still felt humiliated.
Her body was feeling the physical pleasure, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She turned her face away, her red nose brushing against a small pillow, and took a shallow breath.
"Did you ever love me?" Kingsley kept pushing, asking over and over, his breath hot in her ear when she was at her most vulnerable. She stayed silent, and he got more relentless, but he never actually made love to her.
Amara finally broke down and cried. "No!"
She couldn't express her feelings because she had a boyfriend at that time, but she accidentally fell for Kingsley. Everyone would have thought she was a liar.
Back then, when she cooked and did his laundry, it wasn't just for the money. She liked him so much that she didn't dare admit it.
She had taken his things and run away. If she said she liked him, how could she face his family and friends?
She was incapable and couldn't even tell the difference between champagne and red wine.
They were from two different worlds. Amara would never think that just because Kingsley said he liked her, she could stay by his side. Feelings could change. She once liked Ralph, but later fell for Kingsley, someone she shouldn't have.
She cried bitterly, breaking down under him. "I never loved you! Kingsley, if you're still not satisfied, I'll sleep with you. And then I'll return the $80,000 to you."
Kingsley looked down at her. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you think having sex can make up for my loss?"
Amara's face was almost buried in the pillow. She cried as if she couldn't breathe, her slender body fragile under his weight. She wanted to pull the thin blanket over her body, but Kingsley wouldn't let her.
He looked her up and down.
Amara spoke in a low, humiliated voice, "But it's all I have!"
Kingsley just stared into her eyes for a long time, as if waiting for her to say more. When she remained silent, he slowly let go.
Kingsley got up, picked up the thin blanket, and covered her with it.
In front of her, he tidied his clothes by the bed. In just a moment, he was back to his well-dressed self.
Amara curled up on the bed. Her body hurt, with marks he had left everywhere.
She heard his cold voice. "If I just wanted a woman to satisfy my needs, what kind of beautiful woman couldn't I find? Do I need to bother with you? I won't force you. I was overthinking it before. From now on, we owe each other nothing. You don't need to repay that money. It's best if we don't see each other again!"
Amara listened numbly.
She looked up and met his cold eyes.
Suddenly, she realized that he hadn't smiled in a long time.
He used to be strict, but when he teased her, he would still smile. His smile was really beautiful.
Tears kept falling from Amara's eyes.
She almost wanted to lose her dignity and beg him to stay. She even despicably wanted him to sleep with her for one night. But she didn't deserve it.
Sure enough, Kingsley said casually, "It's not all about you."
With that, he headed for the door.
"Kingsley!" her voice called out from behind him.
He stopped but didn't turn around, waiting for her to speak.
Amara, wrapped in the bedsheet, said softly, "The pasta's cold. I'll heat it up."
Kingsley spun around, glaring at her. "Ms. Butler, do you even know what you're doing? If you don't have feelings for me, stop pretending to be so innocent and obedient. I did like you, but that's in the past! As for the pasta, you can eat it yourself!"
His hand gripped the doorknob, and he heard her sobbing behind him. He steeled himself and opened the door to leave.
He thought, 'Let this be the end of it!'
In his life, he had never lowered himself for anyone. Amara had deceived him time and again. Why should he keep getting tangled up with her?
The door opened and then closed. A cold wind blew in, and Amara started coughing violently. Her face was unnaturally red, and she couldn't stop coughing. She struggled to put on some clothes. After pouring herself a glass of water, she felt a little better.
She stared blankly at the cold pasta on the table. Instead of reheating it, Amara quietly ate it all. As she ate, memories of the past came rushing back.
In Kingsley's luxurious apartment, she would cook, and he would always complain that he couldn't finish it alone, insisting she join him. He would ask her to add food for him and pick out what he didn't like, making her eat it all.
He always teased her, but she didn't mind. Amara even missed it, but she knew it was over; he hated her now.
She numbly finished the pasta, even though her stomach felt uncomfortable.
When she lay in bed, the blanket still had his scent. She clutched it and brought it to her nose to smell.
Her tears fell all night.
Amara lost her parents at eight years old and was adopted by Ralph's parents. When she grew up, she naturally ended up with Ralph. When she gave $80,000 to the Graham Family, they took the money and called her shameless.
She had repaid the Graham Family's kindness, but she owed Kingsley.
Amara never complained about her background, but that night she wondered, 'If my background were better and those things hadn't happened, I might have the courage to confess my feelings to Kingsley. I like him purely for who he is—not for his family background, not for his looks, and I even like the way he teases me.'
Maybe from now on, he would be disgusted by her. When she repaid his money, she would never appear in front of him again.
Kingsley returned to the hotel. He hadn't eaten anything from noon to night, and his stomach ached slightly. But his heart hurt even more.
As he leaned on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking, he couldn't help but mock himself. Time and again, he softened his heart, made excuses for her, and gave her chances to apologize and make amends. But in the end, all she thought she owed him was $80,000. He had been wishful thinking.
His stomach felt uncomfortable, so he stubbed out his cigarette and then called room service for some food.
About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped aside to let the person in. But it was Dina who came.
Dina was dressed in a white bathrobe, complete with a hat with bunny ears, looking pure and cute, with a hint of seduction.
Dina looked at Kingsley, a bit embarrassed, and explained, "I just finished my bath and wanted to confirm tomorrow's schedule with you. I happened to run into the room service attendant, so I took the food from him."
Kingsley stared at her and blocked the doorway. His voice was low and slow. "What made you think I would like a female secretary? What made you think I would like this kind of outfit? Now, get out!"
He had always been relatively gentle with women. But this time, he was angry.
Dina never expected this. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was stunned for a long time.
Didn't Kingsley like bunnies?
Dina had heard that he often made Amara eat carrots.
Dina stood there in a daze as Kingsley closed the door with such force it almost shattered. But he was still not satisfied. He took out his phone from his pocket and called Rebecca in Syeattel.
It was late at night, and Rebecca was already asleep.
In the middle of the night, she didn't dare ignore a call from Kingsley, so she answered with full alertness.
Kingsley's voice was icy. "I want to see you by 8 AM tomorrow! Also, fire Dina! I don't want to see her again! From now on, nothing related to bunnies is allowed in my sight, including clothes, food, etc. Anyone with the last name Butler will not be hired."
Rebecca swallowed.
It was already 1 AM. How could she get to Stellaria City? Even driving would take five or six hours! There were no flights either! But thinking of the generous salary, Rebecca gritted her teeth and got out of bed.
As she dressed, she said briskly, "Alright! You will see me by 8 AM. I will filter the relevant personnel to ensure you don't feel any discomfort."
She wanted to say more, but Kingsley had already hung up.
Rebecca looked at her phone. She wondered what had made Kingsley so angry. Could it be that he had seen Amara?
Rebecca put on her coat and grabbed her car keys to leave. Her husband offered to drive her, but she shook her head gently. "You have to take the kids in the morning. I'll drive carefully."
By the end of the year, she was determined to use the allowance Kingsley gave her to buy herself a million-dollar diamond ring.
Dealing with a heartbroken Kingsley was tough, but she could handle it!
Rebecca arrived at the hotel right on time. As soon as she arrived, Dina started complaining to her about how unreasonable Kingsley was. Rebecca felt aggrieved too.
Rebecca smiled kindly. "We get paid by Mr. Hawkins. The most important thing for a secretary isn't work ability but understanding the boss's intentions! Dina, you didn't do well in this regard! This time, you made Mr. Hawkins angry, and I can't cover for you!"
Dina panicked. "Rebecca, I've always performed well!"
Rebecca said, "But Mr. Hawkins is not satisfied with you! You've overstepped. I think Mr. Hawkins likes Amara not for any other reason; over the past year, she has made him feel very comfortable and happy."
Dina was stunned. She thought she was smarter, more cheerful, and understood Kingsley's emotions better than Amara.
Rebecca didn't want to argue with her and said directly, "Go back to Syeattel and process your resignation. I'll tell HR to give you an extra month's salary!"
Dina was still unwilling.
Rebecca looked down and smiled faintly. "You shouldn't make Mr. Hawkins any angrier. Otherwise, it won't just be about losing your job; you might not even be able to stay in Syeattel."
With that, Rebecca checked her watch and went straight to the elevator.
Dina stared at her back, a bit dazed. She couldn't believe Amara had such an impact.
Could Kingsley really be so hurt by Amara?
Dragging her luggage, Dina hailed a cab outside and saw Amara.
Amara was working at a breakfast shop across the street. Dina walked over, intending to say a few words, but as she got closer, she saw the kiss marks on Amara's neck, faint red marks all over. It was clear how intense things had been.
Last night, Kingsley had gone to see Amara?
But if Kingsley still had feelings for her, why was Amara living such a hard life?
Suddenly, Dina feared that asking Amara would reveal that Kingsley, whom she longed for, was easily attainable for Amara, making her feel even worse.
Amara, still exhausted, was there taking money and serving breakfast to customers. She lived this way day after day.
Dina finally muttered, "Fool!"
Then she dragged her luggage and left.
Amara looked up and saw someone she thought she recognized but couldn't quite place. She lowered her head and gave the customer their change.
In the penthouse suite, Rebecca used a spare key to open the door. Inside, the suite was filled with the smell of smoke. Fortunately, there was no smell of alcohol.
She thought, 'At least Kingsley is keeping his cool.'
Clothes were scattered everywhere. She picked them up one by one and put them away. Finally, she found Kingsley in the master bedroom.
In fact, she rarely took care of Kingsley's personal life. Because he didn't like his secretaries handling these things. Kingsley looked unwell, his face pale, and he indeed seemed to need her care.
"Mr. Hawkins?" Rebecca reached out to touch him, and her hand felt hot. Kingsley must have a fever.
Kingsley woke up, and his voice was very hoarse. "Rebecca, you're here! Call a doctor for me."
Then he closed his eyes again. "My stomach hurts a bit, and I'm dizzy. Just get the hotel's doctor. Also, order me some breakfast."
Rebecca thought for a moment and said, "There's a breakfast place across the street. I'll have them send over your favorite ravioli."
"Whatever." Kingsley rubbed his forehead, looking up at the ceiling, not fully awake.
Rebecca, with her extensive work experience, was still very alert despite not sleeping all night.
She called the doctor and ordered breakfast in one go!
In the meantime, Rebecca packed all of Kingsley's clothes to send to the hotel's laundry service.
Across the street, Amara was working when the owner suddenly said, "There's a delivery for the hotel across the street. You're the youngest and prettiest, so you take it. It's for the presidential suite, $20,000 a night. You should see it and tell me about it later!"
With that, a bag containing ravioli was handed to Amara.
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