Chapter 585 Amara's Background
After Amara finished talking, they both just sat there in silence for a while.
Eventually, Kingsley reached over and gave her cheek a playful pinch, grinning. "Come on, eat your spaghetti before it gets cold!"
Amara nodded and went back to nibbling on her spaghetti.
Kingsley couldn't help but watch her for a bit.
Once she was done, Amara asked about their flight for tomorrow.
Kingsley pulled her onto his lap, grabbed a cigarette from the table but didn't light it. He just held her close and said, "Flight's at ten. You can sleep in a bit."
Amara felt a bit surreal.
In a few hours, she would be heading back to Syeattel. The thought of becoming a rich family's daughter-in-law was kind of daunting.
Even though the Hawkins family was pretty chill, she knew she would have to go out with Kingsley and didn't want to mess things up.
Amara was an open book, her emotions written all over her face. Kingsley chuckled. "We'll figure out the future later. For now, let's get some sleep!"
Amara tugged on his sleeve. "I need to pack! I want to go back to the rented apartment in the morning; my documents are still there, and I need to return the lease."
Kingsley thought for a moment and nodded. "I'll send a car for you tomorrow!"
"No need!" She kissed his chin softly, showing a hint of reliance. "It's not far; I can take a cab myself!"
Blushing, she got up to help him pack in the walk-in closet.
Normally, this was the secretary's job.
But with Amara around, there was no need for outsiders. Plus, he liked her doing these things for him.
Kingsley got back to work on his laptop.
Amara thought he was really hardworking, always buried in business.
She bent over to pack, trying not to disturb him.
Kingsley smiled; in a 7,534 square foot suite, how could she disturb him?
As the night wore on, around three in the morning, he finally wrapped up his work, stretched, and saw Amara still busy. He walked over quietly, took her hand, and pulled her into his arms. "It's just one suitcase; is it that hard to pack?"
Amara's face turned slightly red.
She whispered, "I washed and dried all the clothes, so when we get back, we can put them straight into the closet without needing to be sent for cleaning."
Kingsley looked at the clothes; each shirt was ironed neatly and cleanly.
His heart softened, and he patted her head. "I married you to be my wife, not a maid. In the future, there will be servants for these things."
Amara was busy folding and packing, looking quite occupied.
After a while, she whispered, "But I like doing these things for you!"
Kingsley's gaze deepened.
He sat on a nearby sofa, handling some business on his phone, while Amara took care of the packing.
He felt pretty content with how the night turned out.
After she finished up, Kingsley praised Amara, making her both shy and a bit annoyed.
Kingsley scooped her up and carried her to bed.
He was pretty possessive, holding her tight in his arms.
Amara softly protested, "Kingsley, I can't breathe!"
In the dark, Kingsley looked at her for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her and cheekily asked, "Feel better now?"
Amara blushed and didn't dare tease him any further.
She carefully rested her face on his shoulder, taking in his pleasant scent.
At that moment, she felt really happy.
Despite expecting a restless night, she surprisingly slept soundly until seven in the morning.
When Amara opened her eyes, Kingsley was already up. She could hear him talking to Rebecca outside.
As she was lost in thought, Kingsley walked back in.
Seeing her sitting on the bed, looking dazed, he couldn't help but smile. "I was just about to wake you up."
He walked over, teasing her by pinching her cheek. "You drooled a lot in your sleep last night!"
Amara blushed.
He leaned in and rubbed his nose against hers, laughing softly. "Like a little kitten that hasn't been weaned!"
"You're the one who hasn't been weaned," Amara retorted, blushing.
Kingsley kissed her lips. "Come on, get up! Don't you need to go back and get your documents?"
He paused and added, "Once you get the documents, hand them over to me immediately."
"Why?"
Kingsley looked at her for a moment, then playfully knocked her on the head. "You're so clueless!"
Naturally, he took the lead on the marriage registration. They were fond of each other and had already been intimate, so he saw no reason to delay marriage. The wedding ceremony could come later.
Amara looked at him in confusion, her mind filled with his handsome face.
Kingsley glanced at his watch and said, "I need to go to the 12th-floor conference center. I've prepared breakfast for you. After you eat, take the hotel car. I've asked Rebecca to arrange it for you!"
With that, he was about to leave.
Even though it was just a few hours of separation, Amara felt reluctant and looked up, wanting a kiss.
She was rarely this proactive.
Kingsley chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her deeply for a long time. Finally, with a slightly hoarse voice, he asked, "Satisfied now?"
Amara blushed.
Kingsley indeed had important matters to attend to, so he left, keeping an eye on the time.
Amara didn't stay in bed either. She got up, washed up quickly, and carefully applied hand cream, feeling sweet inside.
She wasn't used to luxury and never dreamed of great wealth. But she really wanted him to be hers.
Amara patted her face. "I'm becoming as shameless as him!"
But she was full of joy, thinking about her future with Kingsley. She finally found happiness and would treat Kingsley well, better than anyone else.
While Amara was having breakfast, the doorbell rang.
She opened the door to find a bellboy holding a package. "Ms. Butler? You have a delivery."
Amara took it, frowning. "No one knows I'm here!"
Could it be a surprise from Kingsley?
Amara thanked the bellboy and closed the door, eagerly opening the small box. Inside, she found an old diary, a birth certificate, and a photo.
She glanced at the birth certificate and was stunned. It was hers.
Amara stood there, frozen, before she shakily opened the diary. Inside, written in dark blue ink, were the thoughts of a woman who had fallen in love with a married man and had a child with him.
The words were filled with the woman's pain and disgrace.
Until the child was born, the woman ended her suffering with a blade, leaving behind only the newborn child, named Amara Butler.
Amara closed the diary forcefully.
She held the book tightly, her head slightly tilted back, eyes closed.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
It was as if she had accidentally opened Pandora's box and could never go back.
After a long time, she finally looked again at the birth certificate and the photo of the woman holding her.
The woman was very young, just in her early twenties.
Amara's fingers gently brushed over the photo, feeling as if she were looking at another version of herself. Suddenly, she began to tremble uncontrollably, her body filled with a cold chill.
Why did she receive this?
The diary mentioned that the man's last name was Hughes, a very powerful man in Syeattel.
She was an illegitimate child, and her mother had been entangled with a married man.
Amara's phone rang.
Realizing who it was, her body couldn't stop shaking. After a while, she answered, and on the other end, Ralph's mother, Desiree Graham, spoke venomously, "Amara, you abandoned Ralph for wealth and glory. You're just like your whore of a mother. Do you know where that man met your mother? At a club! Your mother was just a cheap woman who accompanied people for drinks. And a daughter of a cheap woman wants to climb into high society?"
Amara listened quietly.
She no longer cared about who gave birth to her or her background.
The only thing she cared about was that she was going to lose Kingsley.
The Hawkins Family was so prestigious. How could an illegitimate child like her stand by his side? She knew Desiree's purpose was to destroy her.
The Graham family had adopted Amara.
But neither Amara nor the Graham family had ended up well; they resented each other.
Amara laughed lightly, her voice choked. "What do you want?"
Desiree's voice was harsh. "Break up with Kingsley; return to Ralph and have a child with him."
"I can't do that! I don't love Ralph!"
Desiree didn't expect the usually submissive Amara to dare to talk back.
Desiree's voice became even more cutting. "You don't want to marry Ralph, but you think you can marry into the Hawkins Family?"
Desiree continued her tirade for what felt like forever. Finally, she threw down her ultimatum. "If you dare to get on that plane with Kingsley and arrive in Syeattel, your background will be exposed. Everyone will know that your mother was a hostess at a club and that you are an illegitimate child of the Hughes Family."
Desiree laughed, feeling triumphant.
In her view, Amara was ungrateful, and she had already been more than kind.
If it weren't for Ralph's recent health issues, she wouldn't have let Ralph marry Amara.
Amara listened numbly. After a long time, she repeated, "I won't marry Ralph."
Desiree was about to get angry when Amara lowered her eyes. "But I will leave Kingsley."
Desiree thought for a moment and was satisfied. She added, "But the money you earn in the future must be handed over to me!"
Amara didn't respond.
Her hand holding the phone slowly lowered, and her tears never stopped.
Amara had suffered before. At her worst, she worked four jobs a day, so exhausted that she wanted to die every minute. But those pains were nothing compared to now.
Amara tilted her head back and gave a wry smile.
She was in great pain, but she couldn't hate her mother, as her mother was already miserable enough. Nor could she hate the man her mother had an affair with, because he didn't even know she existed.
Amara originally had nothing.
Suddenly, she had Kingsley, but now she had nothing again.
She didn't even know what she could do to ease his pain and lessen his hatred towards her.
Amara covered her face, slowly squatting down, silently weeping.
She couldn't cry for too long.
Because these things didn't belong to her anymore, she had to leave Kingsley.
She thought, 'It's better for him to hate me than to keep thinking about me. Hate will eventually fade. I don't want us to end up like my mother, with no good outcome.'
Amara walked into the closet, her eyes blank. She opened the suitcase, inside were things he had bought for her, and a Patek Philippe diamond watch he had worn, worth four million dollars.
Amara took the watch. She carefully wiped it, repeatedly saying sorry, tears falling onto the watch face. Then she left a note: [I'm sorry, Kingsley, I lied to you again!]
Amara wrote down the last word. She then looked around again.
In just two days and two nights, there were too many memories here—enough for her to reminisce for a lifetime and enough to give her the strength to face his impending anger.
She left, just like last time, without saying goodbye. But she knew he would find her and then take his revenge on her.
When Kingsley finished his work and returned to the hotel room, it was quiet inside, but things were scattered. He sensed something was wrong and called her name, "Amara!"
No one answered him.
He quickly walked into the walk-in closet, the suitcase was open, and the shirts she had ironed neatly last night were in a mess.
A watch box was open, and the expensive watch inside was gone.
Kingsley closed his eyes. Then he quickly walked out, but as he passed the dining table, he saw a piece of paper left by Amara.
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