Chapter 589 Kingsley, Do You Still Want Me? 2
Kingsley glanced down at her hand gripping his arm, his icy stare causing Amara to falter.
But she gathered her courage. "Kingsley, let's talk. Just give me half an hour, no, ten minutes."
Her voice was soft, just wanting to explain.
But Kingsley had no patience left for her.
He gently shook off her hand, stepped back, and looked at her coldly. "And then what? I trust you, plan everything for you, only to be met with your lies and you telling me you never liked me! I can't keep forgiving you forever. You regret it, but it's too late now. I'll get married, maybe to someone of equal status. Maybe I won't love her as much or be as happy, but at least I won't have to constantly guess her thoughts or worry about her leaving me. I don't have time for these childish games."
He spoke with a sense of finality, feeling there was no need to drag this out any longer.
He even told Rebecca, "Whatever she wants, just give it to her."
With that, Kingsley walked out, not even glancing back at Amara.
In the lobby of the Hawkins Group, it was dead silent. Everyone could see that Amara and Kingsley were done for good.
Some female employees had been a bit jealous, but now they couldn't even smile.
After a long silence, Rebecca said softly, "Amara, you haven't eaten yet, right? Let me take you to get something."
Amara shook her head. She glanced at the box of food in the trash can, lost in thought for a moment, then heard Rebecca's voice. "Mr. Hawkins is angry right now, don't take it to heart. You two should talk properly later."
Amara said quietly, "I'll leave first."
Rebecca wanted to stop her, but Amara walked quickly and soon disappeared from sight.
Rebecca stood there for a while.
The surrounding employees gradually started buzzing again, some leaving work, some gossiping, mostly about Kingsley and Amara's relationship.
Rebecca glanced around and said sternly, "Do you all want to get fired? Mr. Hawkins is mad at Amara today, but who knows, he might cherish her again tomorrow."
Someone muttered, "That's impossible! He doesn't want her anymore."
Rebecca shot them a sharp look, and no one dared to speak again.
Feeling down, Kingsley drove with the window open, letting the evening breeze in. The sunset's glow lit up his profile, making him look striking.
Trying to avoid thoughts of Amara, he turned on the car music, but even the soothing tunes couldn't stop him from remembering their days in Stellaria City.
His face tightened, and he lightly pressed the gas pedal, driving fast.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa.
The twilight was deep. The villa's windows glowed with warm yellow light. Kingsley got out of the car and quietly looked for a few seconds.
If Amara hadn't changed her mind, he would have bought a villa like this, started a family with her, and in a few years, they would have had cute kids.
"Uncle Kingsley!" Angelina ran out, followed by Bobby.
In early summer, Angelina wore a round-neck floral dress, white knee-high socks, and black leather shoes. Her golden hair was curly.
Kingsley bent down to pick her up, feeling her soft and fragrant in his arms. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged his neck. "Mom said Uncle Kingsley was coming, and Dad is cooking."
Holding her with one hand, Kingsley opened the trunk with the other and took out a few boxes of supplements. "Really?"
Angelina whispered, "Dad's making roast lamb chops. He also said if Bobby misbehaves, he'll roast Bobby! Tell Dad not to roast Bobby, okay?"
Bobby, who had been happily circling around Kingsley, now tucked his tail.
Kingsley chuckled, carrying both Angelina and Bobby into the hall. The housekeeper had the day off, Johnny was cooking in the kitchen, and Lola was lounging on the sofa reading a magazine.
Hearing footsteps, Lola looked up. "Kingsley, you're not working late today?"
She probably knew the Hawkins Group employees worked overnight last night and was aware of his situation with Amara.
Kingsley put down the supplements and sat down with Angelina opposite Lola, placing her on his lap. He was tall, and Angelina sitting on his lap was like sitting on a balance beam slide.
After a while, Kingsley said, "All done with work for today!"
Lola smiled lightly, about to say something when Johnny came over from the kitchen with a large tray: roast lamb chops, red wine, and foie gras. It was quite a feast.
Of course, there was also a kids' meal, a small set that looked delicious and exquisite.
Johnny took off his oven mitts, smiling faintly. "Kingsley, try the roast lamb chops tonight."
Kingsley and Johnny never got along well.
Kingsley sat at the dining table with Angelina, looking at the sumptuous French meal, and smiled faintly. "I didn't expect your cooking to be this good. You rarely cooked at home before."
Johnny smiled naturally and took on the role of the elder. "Just a way to please Lola! Kingsley, you can't be too cold in front of the girl you like! Girls are delicate, pampering them a bit is nothing!"
Kingsley snorted lightly.
Lola wished she could put Johnny in the oven. He really knew how to make Kingsley sad, always saying the most hurtful things.
Lola glared at him fiercely.
Johnny raised his wine glass and chuckled. "Let's eat."
The atmosphere was a bit tense. Only Angelina was happy, eating heartily. She had a small bowl under the table and kindly gave a piece of lamb chop to Bobby, but Bobby sniffed it and looked suspicious and terrified. Later, Bobby even tucked his tail and ran away.
Johnny laughed. "Cowardly Bobby!"
Kingsley glanced at him but said nothing.
After dinner, Kingsley played with Angelina for a while. She sat on the carpet building blocks, and Kingsley quietly watched her little face, as if seeing Amara.
Lola walked into the living room. "Kingsley!"
Kingsley saw the cup and medicine in her hand, knowing it was time for Angelina to take her medicine and go to bed, so he stood up. "I'll leave now!"
Lola stopped him. "I'll walk you out!"
Coincidentally, Johnny came in, smiling. "Then I'll stay with Angelina for her medicine."
Kingsley glanced at him, then walked out first.
The night was chilly, and Johnny draped a shawl over Lola, whispering, "Watch your step!"
Johnny looked every bit the good husband.
Lola responded and followed him out. Kingsley was waiting outside the living room, and they walked downstairs together. When they reached the parking lot, he stopped and turned to Lola. "I'm fine."
Lola stepped forward and adjusted his collar. "You haven't smiled all night, Kingsley. Are you really sure Amara doesn't like you? I've seen her at the company; she seems pretty genuine."
Lola finally got to the point. "Do you want to give her another chance?"
Kingsley's voice was hoarse. "Did Rebecca say that?"
Lola sighed softly, "Rebecca is concerned about you! She was worried when she saw you driving over like that. Don't mind what Johnny said; he cares about you too, just expresses it differently."
The night was gentle, and Kingsley's heart softened a bit.
He looked at Lola, then gently hugged her. "I know."
Lola patted him. "Drive slowly on your way back! Mom and Dad may not say it, but they're worried about you too."
Yesterday, Frederick had personally gone to the airport to pick him up. In the end, only Kingsley showed up.
Frederick asked several times, "Where's Amara?"
Finally, Rebecca, under pressure, replied, "They broke up."
It was said that Frederick didn't sleep all night, tossing and turning, asking Charlotte, "Kingsley looks great and has an excellent family background. Why is it so hard for him to find a wife? Is Kingsley impotent?"
Charlotte was both sad and amused after hearing it.
Lola spoke softly, and Kingsley replied indifferently, "I'll get married soon."
Lola sighed lightly, watching him get into the car in the night, every move exuding noble charm.
On the way back, Kingsley drove slowly.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, resting his chin on the other, his expression indifferent.
He indeed wanted to move on from that relationship quickly.
Going crazy for Amara, always breaking his principles for her, was really a foolish thing. He wouldn't make that mistake again. So, even when Amara came over to explain, he didn't waver. He just didn't want to continue the relationship.
Kingsley was a bit distracted, and when he realized it, the car was already heading towards his old apartment. Seeing the road sign in the dark, he hesitated but didn't turn the car around.
It was very late. He parked downstairs, smoked a cigarette in the car, and then walked into the elevator.
Moments later, the elevator doors opened.
What he saw was Amara squatting at the door, hugging herself, waiting cautiously.
Kingsley glared at her.
She heard the sound and looked up, her eyes filled with tears.
Kingsley's Adam's apple moved.
He didn't step out of the elevator, letting the doors open and close in front of him.
The light blurred their eyes.
Finally, Amara called him softly, "Kingsley!"
Kingsley stepped out of the elevator.
He took out his keys, his tone cold. "Ms. Butler, you're at the wrong door!"
He opened the door, about to go in, but Amara quickly got up and grabbed his arm. "I want to talk to you! I said that because..."
Kingsley shook off her hand and said, "Because it was fun and you thought I would always tolerate and forgive you, right? It's over! Isn't this what you wanted? Toying with me repeatedly, is that fun for you?"
Amara's voice trembled with urgency. "I'm not playing you, Kingsley. I like you."
He stared at her.
His eyes were unfamiliar, cold, without the usual teasing and affection. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a long smoke ring, calmly telling her, "I don't care about your liking anymore. If you think having sex with me was a loss, I can give you money."
With a cigarette in his mouth, he took out his checkbook, pressed it against the wall, tilting his head to ask her, "Is two million dollars enough? If not, six million, ten million, I can pay a lot of women for sex!"
Finally, he wrote down sixteen million, tore off the check, and threw it at her.
Amara stood there, dazed, blinking lightly, and asked him, "No matter how I explain, you won't want to be with me anymore?"
"Yes!" Kingsley said firmly. "So, don't pester me anymore! I might have a wife soon, and your pestering could cause me trouble."
He spoke ruthlessly, truly not wanting to have feelings for her anymore.
Her pained expression made him feel pleased.
Would she really be heartbroken, or was this heartbreak also an act? She might say hurtful things like she liked Ralph again later.
Kingsley composed himself and said indifferently, "We're even!"
He opened the door to go in.
But Amara's hand held onto his tightly, she even wedged her hand in the door gap, not letting him leave. She begged him for another chance, putting aside all her pride. "I won't leave again."
She cried after saying that, knowing deep down that hope was slim and he no longer wanted anything to do with her.
He had even thrown a check at her.
But she still wanted to beg, what if he softened and still wanted to be with her?
Kingsley exploded. "We broke up. I'm not interested in anything about you, and you have nothing to do with me. Love isn't the game you think it is."
After venting, he suddenly calmed down, and said softly, "Actually, we're not suitable. You were right, we're from two different worlds; we shouldn't have been together in the first place. This $160,000 is compensation for you. Don't come looking for me again and degrade yourself. We'll never see each other again."
He gently placed the check in her hand, pried her fingers away, and went inside.
Amara stood alone at the door, standing for a long time until her legs went numb, then she slowly squatted down. Her stomach hurt, but she didn't want to go to the hospital.
Because there was a place that hurt more than her stomach.
He said so many hurtful things, but she still didn't want to leave.
Kingsley's heart was so soft, maybe after a night, he would soften towards her again. Maybe he still liked her?
Amara hugged her arms, crying silently.
Inside the apartment, Kingsley was restless after going in.
He got himself a glass of ice water and drank it all, but it didn't quell his anger. He really wanted to open the door and ask her to leave, so he wouldn't be so annoyed!
Feeling extremely frustrated, he went to the gym and worked out for two hours.
He was exhausted, thinking he would fall asleep immediately.
But at three in the morning, he was still staring at the dark ceiling, unable to sleep. Finally, unable to bear it, he got up and went outside, opening the door to see if she had left.
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