Chapter 604 There Was a Time When I Really Hated You!
After Amara finished talking, she grabbed her coat and made a beeline for the door.
She moved fast, needing to get out of that room immediately. This place and that guy had shattered her heart. His words had wiped out any last bit of goodwill she had for him.
Kingsley wiped the juice off his face and slowly got up.
Just as Amara's fingers touched the doorknob, a warm body pressed against her. His hand covered hers, and his voice was a bit hoarse. "Are you mad?"
Amara knew she couldn't break free, so she didn't even try. She asked coldly, "What do you want? If you're so desperate to satisfy your desires, I can set it up for you."
Kingsley's face was so close to hers that they could feel each other's warmth, his chest heaving as he trapped her in his arms.
After a moment, Kingsley let her go.
His voice was slightly cold. "You've gotten a lot more understanding after being Landon's secretary for a few years! But don't trouble yourself!"
"Fine!" Amara turned around. "We've had dinner; can I leave now?"
Kingsley made a gesture, signaling she was free to go.
Amara's lips trembled slightly. She picked up her briefcase from the floor, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.
She got into the elevator and headed straight to the first floor.
At the elevator entrance, there was a security room. The guard was just changing shifts. When he saw Amara, he quickly came out and greeted her, "Ms. Butler!"
Amara stopped.
The security guard who had smoked with Kingsley said, "Ms. Butler, have you patched things up with Mr. Hawkins? After you left, he came back specifically to ask about you, but you never returned! If you have reconciled now, that's great!"
Amara was confused.
After a moment, she said lightly, "We haven't reconciled!"
He was stunned. If they hadn't reconciled, why would Amara be here? He wanted to say more, but Amara had already walked out of the building. "Ms. Butler, it's raining outside!"
Amara knew it was raining and that it was hard to get a cab here, but she wanted to leave as soon as possible!
Three years ago, she walked out, and now she would walk out the same way.
It was raining moderately outside, and the late-night lights reflected off the wet pavement, creating a bright glow.
Amara walked dazedly on the road.
The rain soaked her coat and her briefcase, but she didn't care. She walked faster and faster, her high heels rubbing her heels raw, blood seeping out, but she didn't feel it.
A white Bentley slowly approached and stopped by the roadside ahead. Then Kingsley stepped out.
He watched her silently for a moment, then quickly walked over and draped a black coat over Amara's shoulders. His voice was a bit tense. "Get in the car!"
She slowly lifted her face. Under her tousled hair, her face looked particularly delicate and small.
She looked into his eyes and said softly, "Kingsley, we broke up a long time ago! Even if I die in the rain, it has nothing to do with you. I'm begging you, let me go. I'm very satisfied with my current life. Can you please show some mercy?"
After she finished speaking, she took off the coat and placed it in his hand.
Kingsley watched her through the rain, their vision blurred. Once winter lovers, they now stood as resentful strangers, neither willing to compromise nor say goodbye.
Kingsley took a step forward.
He gently pinched her chin, leaned close to her, and said coldly, "I know you think I humiliated you, that I made you a mistress. But Amara, you did the same to me back then."
His cold lips pressed against hers, his gaze equally cold. "Can you say that when you were with me, you never thought of Ralph?"
Amara couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to slap him.
But he caught her hand. Kingsley grabbed her slender wrist. They were so close, but he still tried to pull her closer.
Finally, he held her in his arms.
The cold rain couldn't match the heat from his body, and as he pressed his lips to hers, the heat spread through her, making Amara almost unable to stand.
He was more domineering than before, his long, broad hand gripping her slender waist, pressing her tightly against him. She easily sensed his arousal. "Kingsley, you're crazy!"
Amara used all her strength to push him away. She shouted at him, rainwater pouring into her mouth, making her look pathetic and in pain.
But none of this compared to the pain in her heart.
She murmured, "We broke up!"
"Of course we broke up!" Kingsley stepped back, glaring at her coldly. "Get in the car! I don't want you to get sick because of me, otherwise, I'll be even more guilty." Then he shoved her into the car.
In the car, Kingsley took off his suit and turned up the heat, finally throwing a towel to Amara. "You'd better take off your sweater dress if you don't want to get sick."
She said softly, "If I get sick, whose fault is it? Kingsley, you have everything you want, and now you have a girlfriend. Can you stop showing up in front of me?"
Kingsley gripped the steering wheel.
Amara suddenly noticed that he was wearing a watch on his wrist, the very Patek Philippe she had taken away back then.
Kingsley followed her gaze.
After a moment of silence, his voice suddenly lowered. "Amara, do you believe there was a time when I really hated you?"
"What right do you have to hate me?"
Kingsley gave a bitter smile. He instinctively took out a cigarette, lit it, and after taking a puff, said, "In the first year after you left."
He was looking for her, but he couldn't find her.
He wanted to give up, but whenever he saw a figure on the street that resembled her, he thought it was Amara.
At that time, he hated her the most.
During his years in Libytania, he didn't date any women. When he returned to Syeattel, he thought he had forgotten that relationship, so he chose Hannah. But then Amara reappeared.
He hated Amara again.
Kingsley tilted his head back, gently exhaling gray smoke. "Since you left, why did you come back?"
Amara sneered, "Syeattel is so big, it can't all be the Hawkins Family's territory, right? As long as we don't intentionally go to meet, we won't run into each other!"
"You're right!" Kingsley glanced at her, extinguished the cigarette, and prepared to take her back to the office.
Amara mentioned she had work and a change of clothes at the office, so he let her go. Just as he was about to start the car, a procession of about twenty little children, wobbling like ducklings with their tiny umbrellas, crossed the intersection.
Kingsley watched quietly.
After the children passed, he spoke softly, "If we had gotten married back then, our child would be starting kindergarten by now."
Amara didn't respond.
Her emotions were very mixed. She thought her feelings for Kingsley were over, that even if she saw him, he would just be an old acquaintance. After all, three years had passed, and she no longer cared. But he insisted on entangling her.
Jesse would be discovered by him sooner or later. If he found out about Jesse, could Jesse still stay with her?
Amara suddenly made up her mind.
She would apply to Landon for a transfer back to Bostan, so her relationship with Kingsley would be completely severed.
It was quiet inside the car.
The windshield wipers moved back and forth. Amara occasionally glanced at Kingsley. At this moment, he looked indifferent, completely different from before.
Finally, the white Bentley stopped in front of the Cooper Group's branch office.
Amara opened the car door. "Thanks for bringing me back."
Kingsley just gave a slight smirk. He leaned over to close the car door and looked up at her one last time. Amara didn't want to meet his gaze and walked away quickly.
Kingsley was about to drive off when he noticed a small bloodstain on the white carpet under the passenger seat, faintly pink.
He quietly stared at it, then took out his phone and called Amara, "Is your foot injured?"
Amara stood in front of the elevator.
She said calmly, "It's normal for my foot to get rubbed raw. Thanks for your concern. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. Also, let's not contact each other again."
She finished in one breath, hung up the phone, and immediately blocked his number.
When she returned to the secretary's office and opened the door, she saw Landon sitting in her office, gently spinning the office chair, looking like he had been waiting for her for a while.
He looked at Amara, soaked from head to toe, and chuckled. "Kingsley really doesn't know how to take care of you!"
Amara pulled a few tissues from the desk to wipe her face, then took a velvet box from her briefcase, containing the diamond ring for Caitlyn.
Landon took it and walked towards the door.
Suddenly, he paused. "I had someone buy you a set of clothes. It's under your desk. Change into them before you go back, or Hailey will nag you again."
Amara's lips moved slightly. "Thank you."
Landon just smiled.
Amara wanted to say something, but Landon stopped her. "You can leave work now. I have a date. We'll talk tomorrow if there's anything."
Amara had to hold back.
Although Landon had been a benefactor to her, she knew her place. No matter how much he looked after her, she was still just his subordinate.
Then she smiled politely. "Have fun, Mr. Carter!"
Landon opened the door and walked out, but his voice lingered. "Amara, sometimes I have such mixed feelings about your current personality!"
He nurtured her, but she was too much like Charlotte, which was also a kind of trouble for him.
After Landon left, Amara took the clothes and went to take a shower, changing into dry clothes. Since she had been out during the day, she had to work overtime at night. She earned her salary by putting in time and effort.
She worked until eleven at night before finishing.
When she went downstairs to hail a cab, she waited for about ten minutes. She thought she should buy a car for commuting.
It would be convenient for work and for taking Jesse out to play.
When she got home, it was almost midnight. Amara paid the fare and got out of the car.
Her figure was swallowed by the moonlight in the hallway, but she didn't notice that a white Bentley had been following her all along.
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