Chapter 603 Kingsley, Can You Let Me Go?
So, Kingsley strolled over, and Rebecca quickly tagged along.
Over there, Amara was about to leave with the diamond ring when the manager stopped her and slyly handed her a long, slim box. "Amara, I heard it's your birthday. This is a little something from our counter."
Amara was caught off guard. "Oh, I can't accept this!"
The manager lowered his voice. "Mr. Carter drops over ten million dollars here every year. This is nothing!"
When she opened the box, it revealed a diamond bracelet worth at least tens of thousands of dollars. Quite the gift.
The bracelet's design was eerily similar to one Kingsley had given her years ago, though not as flashy. Amara was momentarily speechless.
The manager looked a bit worried. "Amara, you don't like it?"
She snapped back to reality and shook her head. "No, I love it!"
The manager sighed in relief and quickly packed it up for her, whispering a happy birthday.
In the past, Amara might've felt awkward about such gestures, but now she handled it with ease. She smiled, thanked him, and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, as she turned around, she bumped into a solid body.
The man's hand steadied her waist.
Amara instinctively wanted to push him away, but the familiar scent made her pause. It was Kingsley. Her face gently rested on his shoulder, and she couldn't snap out of it for a long time.
What she felt was not only his scent but also the texture of his suit.
When Amara came back to her senses, they had already separated.
Under the mall's crystal lights, Kingsley's features looked even more handsome and defined. He seemed to have come out on short notice, wearing a black coat over his suit, exuding a casual yet noble aura.
He looked down at her, making his gaze seem even colder. "Here to buy jewelry?"
Amara just smiled faintly. "I'm buying something for Mr. Carter to give as a gift."
Kingsley continued to stare at her.
After a while, Rebecca spoke up. Not having seen her for years, Rebecca was much more affectionate than before, immediately asking about her well-being and then inviting Amara for a cup of coffee.
Amara didn't want to offend her.
But Amara also knew that this cup of coffee would likely be with Kingsley, and it would be a private meeting.
Amara politely declined. "Unfortunately, I have to report back to Mr. Carter."
Rebecca looked at Kingsley.
Kingsley's tone was very cold. "It seems he is very important to you."
Amara responded calmly, "He is my boss. I won't disturb you any longer. Let's have that coffee another day!"
Amara was just being polite.
As Amara left, she thought it would be better not to see them again in the future.
Perhaps, when Landon returned to Bostan next year, she should apply to return to the Bostan headquarters as well. After all, she had no other attachments in Syeattel. She could just take Hailey and Jesse to Bostan.
Amara didn't go back to the office directly after leaving.
She went to a jewelry store and sold the bracelet. The bracelet was beautiful, but it was more practical to sell it while it was still new and had a receipt. Although she had a good income, she was still alone and had no one to rely on in case of emergencies.
The owner store owner, an acquaintance, straightforward and offered a price of sixty thousand dollars.
As Amara walked out and was about to get into Douglas's car, she saw a white Bentley parked across the street. The window was down, and the person inside was clearly Kingsley.
She quietly watched for a bit, then got into the car without saying a word to him.
Douglas had just bought a cake and was excitedly sharing it with Amara. She listened with a gentle smile. She had a good temperament and was well-liked in the Carter Group.
Finally, Douglas wiped his face and said, "I think I saw the president of the Hawkins Group. His car was parked across the street."
Amara smiled faintly. "You must have been mistaken."
"That's true!"
After that, whatever Douglas said, Amara didn't really hear. She quietly looked out the car window, feeling inexplicably down.
Even after three years, her heart could still be moved by Kingsley.
Suddenly, Douglas spoke up, "Amara, that car has been following us. Do you think he knows you have valuable items for Mr. Carter and is planning to rob us?"
Douglas became very nervous.
Amara, afraid he might have an accident, reassured him. "That's the president of the Hawkins Group. He wouldn't do that."
Douglas fell silent.
He had just said it was Kingsley, and Amara had denied it. Now she was saying it was Kingsley?
He glanced at Amara in the rearview mirror, but the car was driving much more steadily. Amara, lost in thought, didn't care what he thought.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Cooper Group's branch office.
Amara opened the car door to get out.
A hand grabbed her arm. She looked up and saw Kingsley.
Amara looked at the people coming and going around them and lowered her voice. "Kingsley, do you know what you're doing?"
Kingsley was unmoved.
He even sneered. "Why don't you call me Mr. Hawkins anymore?"
Amara shook off his hand. "What do you want?"
"Have a cup of coffee with me."
Amara didn't want to, but she had no choice. If they continued to argue at the entrance, rumors about them would spread all over Syeattel by tomorrow. She didn't want that.
So she put on a businesslike face. "Alright, if Mr. Hawkins has something to discuss, of course, there's no problem."
She pointed to the coffee shop across the street, indicating they could have a cup of coffee there and chat.
But Kingsley disagreed.
He walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and looked at her. "Get in!"
Amara weighed her options and got into the car.
Kingsley watched her get in, fasten her seatbelt, then closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat. After fastening his seatbelt, he turned to her.
Amara pretended not to care. "Where does Mr. Hawkins want to go for coffee?"
Kingsley placed one hand on the steering wheel. His fingers were long and strong, quite pleasing to the eye. He took out a cigarette with the other hand, put it to his lips, then took it down without lighting it.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "What if I said my place?"
His place? Where was that?
Amara was momentarily stunned, then realized he was talking about the apartment they used to share, the place that brought her the most pain.
Her expression turned cold. "Can't we have coffee outside? Or are you so stingy that you can't even afford a cup of coffee? Or perhaps you have forgotten that you already have a girlfriend. Is it appropriate to bring me back to the apartment?"
"Do you care about Hannah?"
"I just don't want any trouble."
After saying that, Amara tried to get out of the car, but a soft click indicated that Kingsley had locked the doors.
She turned back and questioned, "What do you mean by this?"
Kingsley just started the car and headed towards his apartment.
Amara composed herself and fell silent, deliberately giving him the cold shoulder to avoid any ambiguity.
Their past was already a mess.
She was different from him. He was born with everything, while she had struggled to break free from the Graham Family that adopted her. Now that she had developed well, she didn't want to play these love games with him anymore.
Perhaps, the dream in her heart had finally ended.
The two places were close, and soon, Kingsley's car stopped at the building. He didn't get out immediately but asked softly, "In the past two years, have you ever come back? Not even once missed this place?"
"No!" Amara said resolutely. "Someone with my background doesn't deserve you. It's better to get out early than to fall into pain."
Kingsley lowered his head and chuckled lightly.
He said softly, "You have changed."
Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes slightly red, his voice trembling a bit. "Is it because of Landon that you've changed?"
Amara smiled, looking calm and collected. "It's life."
She was afraid he wouldn't understand.
So she explained clearly, "For example, today I got jewelry for Mr. Carter, and the brand manager gave me a birthday gift. I happily accepted it and sold it for sixty thousand dollars. If it were you, you would despise such behavior, thinking I'm too money-driven. But for me, what does it matter? I have to survive. If I want a good life, I have to fight for it myself!"
Kingsley stared at her intently.
He said coldly, "Wouldn't marrying Landon get you more?"
For a moment, Amara wanted to slap him for being such a jerk.
But she couldn't afford to offend someone of his status. Landon still had to rely on the Hawkins Group in Syeattel, let alone her.
She smiled instead of getting angry. "I'll consider your suggestion and make such a sum of money if necessary."
As soon as she finished speaking, her seatbelt was unfastened.
Kingsley leaned over, grabbing her chin. He didn't kiss her but looked her up and down with those intensely masculine eyes. Though he didn't touch her, his gaze had already caressed her entire body. "You've become more capable than before. Consider me, how about it?"
Amara was pinned down by him, unable to break free. She was already embarrassed, and his words made her feel even more humiliated. "Don't you have a girlfriend? Are you still paying women for sex? Four hundred thousand for one night, and two million for three days?"
Amara tried hard to keep her voice from trembling, but her eyes still filled with tears. She pushed him away forcefully, sat up straight, and said calmly, "Let me go!"
Kingsley also sat up straight.
He lit the cigarette he had been holding, took a couple of puffs. The smell of the smoke made Amara quite uncomfortable, but she held back from saying anything.
He stubbed out the cigarette and said calmly, "I said, have a cup of coffee with me."
Amara was furious. "What do you want? It's been three years. We broke up a long time ago! You called me a liar, shameless for money, and unfit to be your wife. I accepted it all. I've left you; why won't you let me go? You have a girlfriend now; do you want me to be a secret lover, like my mother? I don't believe you don't know, but you still insult me like this!"
After she finished speaking, her chest heaved violently.
The reunion shattered her composure, and even though she knew Kingsley was doing it on purpose, but she still couldn't hold back.
After venting, she leaned back in the seat, lightly biting her hand and murmuring, "Let me go, okay? Kingsley, you can have any woman you want, but I only have myself."
Kingsley sat quietly in the car.
After a while, he rolled down the window to let the smoke out.
He said lightly, "Have a cup of coffee with me."
Amara calmed down. "Fine! After that, we'll be strangers. Don't ever bring up the past again, and don't ever bother me again."
After saying that, she got out of the car first.
Kingsley sat alone in the car, smiled faintly, and then got out.
They went to the apartment, and everything was just as it used to be.
Even at the entrance, there was a pair of women's slippers, the ones Amara used to wear. They were a bit worn, but it was clear no one else had worn them.
Her throat choked up, not wanting to think about those things. "Is the coffee in the kitchen? I'll make it for you."
Kingsley casually put down his coat and unbuttoned his suit, saying lightly, "The maid bought groceries in the kitchen. Let's have dinner together!"
"You want me to cook for you?"
His gaze deepened. "I'll cook for you! In all that time, I don't think I ever made you a meal."
Amara directly refused. "No need!"
Kingsley's gaze deepened. "Then I'll keep bothering you. I don't mind going to Landon and offering a $2 billion project in exchange for you. I'm sure he'd agree."
Amara was furious. "You're a bastard!"
Kingsley pointed to the sofa. "Sit and watch TV! I'll cook. There's your favorite lamb chops."
He suddenly lowered his eyes. "I make that dish quite well."
Amara suddenly felt a bit sad.
She sat on the sofa, not watching TV, as that would be too intimate.
She took out her phone to call Landon, sent messages to her subordinates, and handled work on her phone. She kept herself busy, avoiding thoughts of Kingsley, and everything that happened here three years ago.
Kingsley got her a glass of milk.
Later, he really did cook.
His cooking skills were surprisingly good. The lamb chops were baked in the oven with just the right amount of seasoning.
There were also a few other dishes, all looking quite good.
He served them on the table, still looking clean and tidy, without a trace of oil stains.
"Dinner's ready!" he called her.
Amara sat at the dining table and looked at her watch, a basic women's watch worth two thousand dollars.
Kingsley glanced at it and asked, "Landon doesn't pay you well?"
Amara replied calmly, "As long as it tells time, it's fine."
Kingsley added a piece of lamb chop to her plate, much more peacefully. "How have you been these three years?"
Before she could answer, he said self-deprecatingly, "It looks like you're doing well."
Amara nodded. "Yes, quite good! So I have no plans to change my current situation."
Kingsley looked up at her, noticing her calm eyes, her transformed appearance, and her delicate figure now that she'd taken off her coat. He sneered, "Are you afraid I'll pester you?"
"Someone like you wouldn't lower yourself."
"What if I do? What if I want you back? You don't have a lover, do you? Why not be with me?" Kingsley said, taking a cigarette from the pack on the table.
He lit it and took a puff. "I'll transfer this apartment to you!"
This apartment, located in a prime area of Syeattel, was large and worth millions of dollars. His offer was indeed very tempting.
But Amara didn't want it.
She threw the juice from her cup into his face. The juice ran down his handsome face, making him look quite disheveled!
He glared at her.
Amara sneered. "No need! You might as well go to the hospital and see if you have hypersexuality."
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