Chapter 581 I Can Take Responsibility for You!
Amara stared at the breakfast in her hand, totally shocked. She knew this meal was meant for Kingsley.
Why would he order takeout when he could have a five-star hotel breakfast?
The shop owner proudly said, "Our ravioli is famously delicious."
Amara wanted to ask her to send someone else, but the owner went back to work right after speaking, so Amara had no choice but to deliver the ravioli herself.
The front desk staff on the first floor recognized her and smiled. "Just leave it here!"
Amara didn't want to see Kingsley either. She said, "Okay, please deliver it to Mr. Hawkins on the top floor."
The front desk staff's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed.
Just then, Rebecca came down with a laundry bag and unexpectedly saw Amara. Early in the morning, Rebecca couldn't handle the shock and took a while to react. "Amara?"
Amara was also a bit stunned.
Amara's lips moved a bit, and she finally just called out, "Rebecca."
Rebecca handed the laundry bag to the front desk and then looked at Amara, saying softly, "Come upstairs with me! Mr. Hawkins is waiting for his breakfast."
Amara bit her lip and handed the bag to Rebecca. "Can you take it up for me? He wouldn't want to see me."
After all, she had such an unpleasant argument with Kingsley last night.
Although Rebecca didn't know what had happened between them, she knew Kingsley well; with his prominent background, he was always arrogant. Being nearly played by Amara must have been very embarrassing for him. But he must still like Amara; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a state, smoking and running a fever.
Rebecca smiled warmly and patted Amara's shoulder. "It's been such a long time since we last caught up. I've been driving all night and have to accompany Kingsley for sightseeing during the day. You're familiar with this place; could you give me some tips?"
Amara was never good with words, especially when faced with Rebecca's enthusiastic invitation. In the elevator, Rebecca sighed quietly. She could tell that Amara was not doing well. If Amara had been with Kingsley, she would have become wealthy by now.
In no time, they reached the top floor. Amara was adamant about not going in. She whispered to Rebecca, "The ravioli is $12, plus $1 for packaging and delivery, making it $13."
Rebecca had already swiped the door open and said naturally, "Unfortunately, I left my phone and wallet in the room! Amara, come in and get it."
Amara lowered her voice. "I'll wait at the door."
Rebecca smiled. "Are you afraid of seeing Kingsley? He's running a fever. I felt it, and it's probably not less than 102 degrees Fahrenheit! The medical conditions here aren't great. What if he gets delirious? He's not married yet and hasn't left an heir for the Hawkins Family."
Amara was silent.
"Come on in; he's asleep!"
Amara had no choice but to follow her in. The place was as luxurious as she had imagined, but as soon as she entered, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with a hint of Kingsley's scent made her uneasy and brought tears to her eyes.
Rebecca handed her the change and then spoke sincerely, "Don't you want to see him? I think you like him too. Even if the feelings are gone, the bond remains. He has never been so attentive to any other girl!"
Amara felt that if she didn't take a look at Kingsley, she would be ungrateful and heartless.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally walked in.
Kingsley was asleep. And he indeed looked uncomfortable, his handsome face tinged with a slight redness.
Amara rarely had the chance to look at him like this.
He was very good-looking, but she usually didn't dare to look at him because his gaze would make her legs weak.
She couldn't help but kneel slightly, gazing at his sleeping face on the white pillow. He looked so good, and he was perfect even in his white bathrobe.
Amara was still wearing the white uniform from the breakfast shop. She felt like they were like a prince and Cinderella. Everything she had with him felt stolen, something she had to return after midnight.
The large bedroom was quiet.
She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his lips. She remembered how soft and warm they felt and how they had once taken her breath away.
She still liked him. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she wanted to kiss him, just once.
Amara leaned in, her lips touching his. She intended to pull away after just a second, but as soon as she moved, Kingsley grabbed the back of her head, pressing her beneath him.
Kingsley was sick, his whole body burning with fever.
In the struggle, his bathrobe fell open, revealing his well-toned body.
Amara turned her face away, not daring to look. And her voice trembled slightly. "Let me go!"
"Didn't you come here yourself?" Kingsley's voice was hoarse, and his blue eyes blazed with intensity as he looked at her. "I said we didn't need to see each other again!"
Just thinking about what happened last night made her tremble.
She hesitated, reaching out to push against his shoulder. But she couldn't move him at all. Then he slowly pressed down, and soon their young bodies were touching, and her clothes quickly fell to the floor.
"You brought this trouble on yourself!" Kingsley lowered his head, kissing her, and interlocked his fingers with hers, his demeanor domineering.
His eyes were filled with anger and desire. No matter how she softly pleaded, he held her tightly and kissed her gently. Time seemed to stand still.
His gaze was intense as he passionately made love to Amara for the first time. In the luxurious confines of the presidential suite, despite his illness and her discomfort, they hastily shared their first intimate experience, a mutual discovery that enveloped them in a wave of joy.
Amara cried, her nose turning red, but she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck.
Kingsley stared at her, torn between love and hate, unsure of how to handle her. He hesitated and thought for a long time, making their lovemaking incredibly prolonged.
Neither of them cared about comfort or how pleasurable it was.
They only knew they were making love.
Finally, Kingsley came to his senses. He cupped Amara's small face and kissed her deeply.
He didn't just kiss her; he made her kiss back.
The rest of her clothes were thrown piece by piece onto the floor, and soon their bodies were entangled, becoming more intense.
Rebecca, hearing the commotion, quietly closed the door.
She was dumbfounded and also worried. Kingsley was running a fever and shouldn't be exerting himself. If something happened, she would be in big trouble. But if she tried to stop them now, she feared the consequences would be even worse. In the end, she chose to stay outside.
Soon, the hotel doctor arrived, wanting to check on Kingsley, but the sounds coming from the master bedroom left the doctor equally shocked.
Rebecca's face flushed slightly, and she forced a smile. "Mr. Hawkins and his girlfriend haven't seen each other in a long time, so they're a bit enthusiastic. How about you leave some fever medicine, and I'll give it to him later?"
The doctor was more than happy to comply.
He immediately left the medicine and hurried away.
Rebecca saw the doctor off, placed the medicine on the table, wrote a note, and then left.
In the bedroom, Kingsley had sex twice, and afterward, he felt his fever had subsided and he wasn't uncomfortable anymore, so he wanted to eat something.
He hugged Amara from behind, kissing her delicate shoulder.
He was quite angry with her, but the fact that it was Amara's first time making love dissipated most of his anger.
He said hoarsely, "If you're willing, I'll take responsibility."
Amara understood what he meant—marriage—but she felt a bit confused. She actually wanted to agree.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to be with me?" His attitude had changed dramatically. He was no longer as forceful as last night or as teasing as he used to be. Instead, he was incredibly gentle.
Kingsley was sure that Amara liked him. Her reactions during their lovemaking couldn't lie to him, so he was very patient.
He turned her around in his arms, holding her neck with one hand, and kissed her.
He asked her softly if she was in pain.
Amara bit her lip lightly, but he couldn't stand that look of hers. He couldn't help but pull her into his arms, gently caressing her, and made love to her again.
They spent the entire morning lost in each other. Fortunately, Rebecca went downstairs to get her a leave of absence and even chatted with the shop owner for a while.
At noon, Amara woke up in bed to the sound of keyboard typing.
She sat up gently and saw Kingsley already dressed, sitting on the sofa with a laptop on the table in front of him, seemingly working.
Hearing the noise, he looked up. "You're awake?"
Amara looked at him, and he looked back, clearly waiting for her answer.
Kingsley had given all his patience to her.
Amara found she couldn't refuse.
After hesitating for a moment, she said, "I need to think about it."
Kingsley smiled faintly. "Alright! It's noon; I'll order some food, and we can eat together."
"I still have to work."
"Rebecca got you a leave of absence! Besides, can you even get out of bed today?"
After saying that, Kingsley chuckled lightly, then he got up and came to the bed, placing his hands on either side of her, looking down at her, and even brushing his nose against hers.
He was so good-looking that it made Amara's heart race and her face flush.
Amara whispered, "I feel like I'm not good enough."
She felt unworthy of him, so after having sex, she even humbly said, "We're both adults, you really don't have to take responsibility."
Kingsley's gaze was somewhat profound.
Amara had known Ralph since childhood and they were dating, yet she was still a virgin, which meant she was a conservative person.
Kingsley didn't particularly like coaxing her; he preferred seeing Amara's conflicted expression. But now, he wanted to take this matter seriously and make it clear to her that he was serious and that they were equals.
As for his teasing and mischievousness, that could wait until after they were married.
In fact, he couldn't understand why he forgave her so easily.
Maybe it was because love couldn't be explained, and he didn't want to delve into it.
He leaned against the headboard, holding her along with the blanket.
He pressed the intercom and ordered a lot of food. Amara blushed, and he deliberately whispered in her ear, "I'm hungry!"
He was very close to her. Just by looking up, she could see his perfect jawline, and she could smell his pleasant scent. Kingsley was dazzlingly handsome.
Amara felt a bit dazed.
If she were braver and accepted her past without worrying about others' opinions, could she stand by Kingsley's side? If she treated him well, would she be worthy of him?
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