Chapter 597 Amara, Are You Punishing Me?
Kingsley stared at the bank draft for what felt like forever, his eyes starting to hurt.
The dim yellow light gave his face a soft, almost dreamy look.
Out of nowhere, Kingsley collapsed onto the sofa by the window, his head resting on the back. Memories he thought he'd buried started flooding back. He remembered every moment with Amara.
He figured a year would be enough to forget, but just hearing a bit of news about her still messed him up.
Had Amara come back?
If she had forgiven him and wanted to see him, she wouldn't have just sent back the $800,000 without an address.
How much had she gone through for that money?
Kingsley couldn't even bear to think about it.
Moving slowly, he pulled out his phone and opened the photo album, and among the few photos, one of Amara instantly caught his eye.
They had broken up, but he couldn't bring himself to delete it, even when he was at his angriest.
Looking at it now, his heart ached.
Kingsley stared at it for a long time, then dialed that familiar number. Even though he was ready for it, he still felt a bit crushed when he couldn't get through.
He gently touched the phone and couldn't help but open the photo album again.
Just then, the door swung open.
Frederick walked in. Seeing Kingsley's expression, Frederick stood by the door for a bit, then smiled faintly. "What's on your mind? Sienna's been calling you from the stairs for ages, and you didn't hear her."
Kingsley put away his phone. He calmly folded the letter and slipped it into his pocket, but no matter how hard he tried to hide his feelings, Frederick still noticed. Frederick smiled. "What were you looking at so intently?"
"Nothing!" Kingsley, looking all dignified, got up and headed for the door. "Isn't it time for dinner?"
As he walked by, Frederick patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay to show a bit of vulnerability sometimes. We won't laugh at you. It's just a breakup!"
Kingsley's tone turned cold. "I don't have a new relationship."
Kingsley was still pretending not to care! But Frederick knew he couldn't forget about Amara.
Frederick and Kingsley went downstairs together, and Frederick smiled again. "With our family's power, even if we had to tie Amara up and force her to marry you, it wouldn't be hard."
"Dad, forced marriages usually aren't happy." After saying that, Kingsley didn't want to continue the topic. Frederick, knowing Kingsley well, didn't push but gave a meaningful look to Charlotte.
Kingsley was probably hung up on his old feelings and tied to Amara for life.
During dinner, no one mentioned Amara, but the atmosphere was a bit tense.
Sienna couldn't help but speak up, "Kingsley, when you went to Lola's house, the Hughes Family came."
Kingsley looked up at her.
Sienna, without much thought, told him everything, "They said they were looking for you to find Amara, and once you find her, you have to take responsibility."
Kingsley looked at Frederick.
Frederick smiled and added food to Kingsley's plate. "Kingsley, don't worry. Even though I don't get involved in the company's affairs, dealing with Zachary and Maurice is a piece of cake! Actually, Charlotte alone can handle the Hughes Family!"
Charlotte gave him a sidelong glance.
Frederick said, "I'm only letting it go because of Amara!"
Trying to take credit, but Kingsley shot back, "No need to consider her. Next time the Hughes Family shows up, just kick them out."
Frederick's face twisted with mixed emotions.
After a bit, he asked, "Don't you want to get a wife?"
Kingsley lost his appetite and got up to leave, his voice trailing behind. "Amara's last name is Butler, not Hughes. Our family has nothing to do with the Hughes Family and doesn't need such relatives."
He knew the Hughes Family's game all too well.
They claimed to want Amara back, but really, they just wanted a connection to the Hawkins Family. But that was never going to happen!
Kingsley opened the car door, got in, and couldn't help but think, 'If it wasn't for the Hughes Family, we might still be fine. Amara wouldn't have so many worries, and I wouldn't have misunderstood her.'
He started the car, feeling all kinds of irritated.
Back in the living room, Charlotte said softly, "Why are you saying things that upset him?"
Frederick sighed. He habitually wanted to light a cigarette but held back because of his wife and daughter. After a while, he said, "When I went upstairs to call him for dinner, I saw Kingsley leaning on the sofa. Charlotte, I've rarely seen Kingsley like that. He hasn't forgotten Amara, let alone moved on."
But Charlotte already knew that.
Kingsley drove to that apartment.
After parking, he walked to the security room by the elevator, handed a cigarette to the guard, and they smoked half a cigarette together. Kingsley then casually asked, "In the past six months, has my ex-girlfriend been here? She left some things when she left."
The security guard recognized Kingsley, who was a big deal in Syeattel.
Getting to smoke a cigarette with him was something to brag about for a year. He tried hard to remember and finally said, "When I was on duty, I definitely didn't see her! Can't speak for other times."
The guard was straightforward.
He recalled, "About six months ago, when she left here early in the morning, she looked really sad, crying and all, her clothes were wet, shivering. Mr. Hawkins, you can't treat your girlfriend like that. Women are like flowers created by God, meant for us men to cherish and love."
Kingsley was a bit stunned.
After a moment, he came to his senses, thanked the guard, and gave him two packs of expensive cigarettes from his pocket.
He went up to the penthouse apartment, untouched for six months, not even by the cleaning staff, now cloaked in a thick layer of dust.
Kingsley walked into the guest room.
The velvet box was covered in dust, and Amara's prescription was also dusty.
He sat on the bed, opened the box, and placed the folded bank draft inside.
Kingsley was conflicted.
When she left in disappointment, he had actually given up on the relationship too. If Amara hadn't sent this, maybe in another year or two, he would have forgotten her.
Maybe in the future, he would go on blind dates and get married.
After marrying and having kids, he would slowly forget this past.
But she sent the bank draft. All those memories came flooding back!
Kingsley lowered his eyes and murmured, "Are you punishing me to never forget you for the rest of my life?"
Between him and her, it was unclear who owed whom.
But he missed her, wondered if she was doing well. Kingsley looked for a long time before picking up his phone and dialing a number.
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