Chapter 590 Please Don't Be Angry Anymore, Okay?
The night was freezing.
Kingsley opened the door and saw Amara. She hadn't left; she was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, looking like she was asleep.
The light from the crystal chandelier above cast a soft glow on her face, and he could even see the fine hairs on her cheeks, making her look younger and more innocent.
Amara stayed asleep.
Kingsley stared at her for a long moment, then stepped back and closed the apartment door.
The slight sound of the door closing woke Amara. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the door. Did Kingsley come out, or was it just her imagination?
Dazed and miserable, she tried to form words but couldn't utter a sound. She gently knocked on Kingsley's door, hoping he would open it.
Inside, Kingsley had music blasting.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a bathrobe, drinking ice water, feeling particularly bad.
After about half an hour, he took out his phone and called Rebecca. "Isn't there a collaboration project in Libytania? I'll go there myself. Book me the earliest flight."
Rebecca sat on her bed, holding the phone in confusion. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Are you sure? That collaboration project is very complicated. It will take at least a year."
"Alright!" Kingsley said without thinking.
Rebecca felt something was off. She bravely asked, "Is Amara bothering you again?"
Kingsley sneered. "Do you want me to take you with me?"
"Forget it." Rebecca firmly refused.
But Kingsley had already decided. "Make arrangements. Take four people from the finance department and four from the business department, plus the two of us."
Rebecca wanted to plead, but the call was mercilessly cut off.
What the heck!
Kingsley was having relationship troubles and was taking it out on her.
Rebecca really wanted to quit!
She grabbed her husband, Joseph Hill, by the collar, her expression somewhat fierce. "Say you make two million dollars a year. Say it, hurry up!"
Joseph turned over and hugged her, soon starting to snore.
Rebecca angrily scratched his face. He finally spoke, "I don't have a two-million-dollar salary, but I can go to Libytania with you."
Rebecca was finally satisfied.
Meanwhile, Kingsley, having vented, felt much better.
Kingsley slowly finished his glass of water, then walked towards the bedroom, but still glanced at the door, thinking, 'She must have left by now since she can't wait for me.'
Kingsley slept until seven in the morning.
After getting up, he drank a glass of milk and went to the gym for a half-hour run. After showering and changing clothes, he ordered breakfast from a nearby five-star hotel and then sat at the dining table waiting for it.
While waiting, he flipped through an old evening newspaper.
The date was two months ago, back when Amara hadn't left Syeattel. He stared at the date in a daze. Suddenly, he pushed back his chair, got up, and quickly walked to the door, pulling it open.
Amara was still there. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against the door. As he opened the door, her body limply fell forward—she had fainted.
Kingsley frowned and leaned down to touch her. Her whole body was burning hot, and her face was flushed red. He kept calling her name and gently tapping her face, but she only fluttered her eyelashes slightly and didn't wake up.
Kingsley cursed under his breath, immediately picked her up, grabbed his car keys, and took her to the hospital.
When he placed her in the passenger seat, she finally woke up a little, her red eyes staring at him, reluctant to look away. Her voice was hoarse. "You finally agreed to see me?"
The sun was rising. The morning light cast a perfect glow on Kingsley's profile. Gripping the steering wheel, his voice was tense. "I just don't want to see you die of illness at my door. Don't overthink it."
Amara's brief moment of happiness vanished.
She closed her eyes in discomfort but was unwilling to give up. She bravely reached out to grab his hand.
When her burning palm touched the back of his hand, Kingsley almost shuddered.
He glared at her.
Amara suddenly trembled and murmured, "Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Last night was freezing, and she felt miserable.
Kingsley was about to say something when Amara couldn't hold on any longer. Her hand slowly slipped down, making his expression even darker.
An hour later, her pathology report came out.
The doctor looked at it for a long time before cautiously saying, "The patient has acute gastritis and also suffers from long-term malnutrition."
Was she trying to make herself like this to soften his heart?
Kingsley pressed his lips together and said, "Admit her for treatment."
The doctor immediately had the nurse handle it.
They didn't dare ask too many questions or offend him because 52% of the hospital's shares belonged to the Hawkins Group.
A moment later, Amara was lying in a quiet ward.
Her thin arm had an IV drip, and the skin around the needle insertion point was slightly bruised.
She still hadn't woken up.
Even though there was a sofa in the room, Kingsley didn't sit. He stood by the window, looking down. He called Rebecca, and everything here would be handled by her.
He was determined to separate from Amara, and her illness wouldn't change his mind.
Rebecca arrived quickly. She pushed open the door and stood there in a daze for a moment before softly calling, "Mr. Hawkins!"
Kingsley heard Rebecca's voice and turned around.
He handed a medical report to Rebecca and instructed calmly, "I've paid for her hospital stay. Find someone to take care of her until she's discharged."
Rebecca thought for a moment and then asked, "Aren't you going to take care of her yourself?"
Kingsley's gaze fell on Amara, frail and thin in the hospital bed. Then he smiled faintly. "I've broken up with Amara."
With that, he was about to leave the room.
At that moment, Amara murmured, "Ralph."
Kingsley heard it, and his expression turned very unpleasant. Even Rebecca didn't dare to breathe.
After a while, Kingsley sneered and left.
Rebecca had something to ask him and followed him out, only to hear Amara's soft murmurs again in the quiet room, "Ralph, I don't love you. I've fallen for Kingsley."
Amara murmured repeatedly, but Kingsley heard it wrong. He didn't catch the words he should have heard.
Kingsley walked to the end of the corridor and patted his pockets, not finding any cigarettes.
He lowered his hand and gave up.
Rebecca knew he was in a bad mood and bravely tried to comfort him. "They grew up together, so there's some affection there. It doesn't necessarily mean..."
Kingsley smiled faintly. "Doesn't mean what? I'm not that clueless."
He turned his head and asked her about the flight to Libytania. Rebecca sighed and finally said, "The earliest is three days from now, but I booked a flight for next Friday. Since you're going so far, the company's matters need to be arranged."
Kingsley didn't object. He stood there for about two more minutes before leaving.
Rebecca could only sigh.
Amara woke up at four in the afternoon.
The room had a faint, pleasant aroma of food, but Amara had no appetite. She really wanted to see Kingsley.
Rebecca was still there. She brought over some porridge and smiled lightly. "Feeling any better?"
Amara stared at her in a daze. After a while, she asked softly, "Where's Kingsley?"
Rebecca's lips moved slightly. "He went to the company."
Rebecca thought it over and decided to tell Amara the news, "He decided to go to Libytania for at least a year. If you truly like him, you can't let him go to Libytania, or you should go with him."
A year or two brought so many uncertainties! Who knew what might happen in the future?
Amara was stunned. She murmured, "Is he going to Libytania because of me?"
Rebecca sighed lightly. "Not entirely. He has long wanted to acquire that company in Libytania, but there hasn't been a suitable candidate. This opportunity just came up, so he decided to go."
Amara gently lowered her eyes and thought, 'There are still six days until next Friday!'
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