Chapter 627 Does Dad Not Like Mom Anymore?
Amara had this super feminine move, but she didn't even notice it herself.
Kingsley had Jesse in one arm, his blue eyes locked on Amara. She looked so different from three years ago, having slimmed down a lot and making her features more pronounced.
At home, she was just in a light pink silk blouse and a knitted mermaid skirt, looking all slender and beautiful.
After a bit, Kingsley said coolly, "Yeah, just call her a lady."
Amara forced a smile.
She waved at Jesse, who mumbled, "I want Mommy. Mommy should come too."
Amara squeezed his hand and gently comforted him. "If you want to come back, I'll pick you up, okay?"
Jesse lay on Kingsley's shoulder and hooked his finger at Amara. "Mommy, hug me."
Amara looked at Kingsley, hoping he would bring Jesse closer, but he didn't budge. So, Amara had to lean in and gently hug Jesse.
As she got closer, they could both smell each other's scent.
Amara had taken a shower in the afternoon, and her body had the scent of body wash. As she approached, her hair lightly brushed against Kingsley's neck, reminding him of how her hair used to gently tickle his skin when they were close.
Thinking about those moments, Kingsley's gaze deepened.
Amara let go after a brief hug and ruffled Jesse's little head. "Listen to your dad."
Jesse responded enthusiastically, "Mommy, you have to be happy too."
Amara's nose tingled with emotion.
Kingsley glanced at her, then left with Jesse. He went downstairs, opened the Bentley's door, and placed Jesse in the child seat. Jesse looked at the pink interior, touching everything curiously.
Kingsley got in the car and fastened his seatbelt.
From the back, Jesse's childish voice came. "Daddy, do you not like Mommy anymore?"
Kingsley turned slightly. "Who told you that?"
Jesse played with his beloved water gun, as if talking to himself. "I guessed! Because other kids' parents live together, and you used to sleep with me and Mommy."
Kingsley's voice softened. "But I'm still your daddy."
Jesse replied, "Okay," but didn't seem very happy."
Kingsley wanted to say something but realized Jesse wouldn't understand, so he stayed silent. He drove Jesse back, and when the car stopped in the parking lot of the Hawkins Mansion, he saw Frederick standing in the twilight.
Kingsley rolled down the window.
Jesse dropped his water gun and leaned out the window, calling out affectionately to his grandpa.
Frederick walked over, took Jesse out of the car, kissed him, and handed him a gift box. "Jesse needs to grow tall in the new year."
Jesse, feeling loved, shyly hid in Frederick's arms.
At this moment, Austin came over. Boys always loved to play together, and with Angelina and a few other kids, they had a great time.
Bobby also came over, running happily on the lawn.
Kingsley stepped out of the car, watching the kids.
Frederick cleared his throat. "Where's Amara?"
Kingsley took a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, and took a puff. "We broke up."
Frederick sneered.
He slapped a document on the car roof. "What's this? Kingsley, you are really something, negotiating terms with a woman."
Frederick snatched the paper and read it out loud to Kingsley, "Forty grand a month in child support! Kingsley, is Jesse only worth forty grand a month to you? Are you trying to insult her? I heard Amara's pulling in about 1.6 million a year now. Being cheap won't win her back! Don't embarrass the Hawkins Family."
Kingsley, holding his cigarette, glanced at Frederick. "Girls need to be raised well."
Frederick snorted, "Where's the girl? Why don't you have Amara give you another one? You think you can just make another kid? You drove Amara away after two days, snatching a billion-dollar business from her. Kingsley, you think she'll accept that?"
Frederick was fuming.
Kingsley stayed calm, finishing his cigarette without saying a word.
Frederick couldn't hold back, waving the paper. "What are you thinking? If you still have feelings for Amara, you can't do this."
Kingsley said calmly, "It's over between us. Just let it be."
Frederick wanted to say more, but seeing Kingsley's demeanor, he held back.
Kingsley looked up at the sky.
The situation between him and Amara today was still tied to the past. They had both hurt each other. Maybe if one of them apologized first, there might still be a chance.
Neither wanted to apologize, both seeing it as pointless.
Kingsley had no intention of pursuing Amara again. Even before she returned to Syeattel, he occasionally accepted invitations from socialites for dinner if he found them agreeable, but he hadn't met the right person.
He wasn't playing hard to get, nor was he waiting for her.
In fact, the better Amara did, the less likely they were to be together. They had both grown too proud, and they just weren't right for each other anymore.
On New Year's Eve, the neighborhood was filled with the aroma of food.
Amara suddenly felt like cooking herself.
She drove to buy groceries and realized she had arrived at the same supermarket she used to visit with Kingsley. It looked the same, even the layout was identical.
Amara was alone, but she still bought quite a lot.
As she was pushing her cart to check out, a voice came from behind. "Amara!"
Amara turned around, surprised to see Caitlyn.
Caitlyn took off her sunglasses and said calmly, "I saw you outside and followed you in! You got promoted and still have to cook? Not spending New Year's with Kingsley? Haven't made up yet?"
Amara shook her head.
Pushing her cart, Amara casually asked, "What about you? Not spending New Year's with your boyfriend?"
Caitlyn looked a bit uncomfortable.
When Amara was checking out, Caitlyn casually added an ingredient to the cart and said matter-of-factly, "I'm having dinner at your place tonight."
Amara didn't refuse, only saying softly, "As long as it's okay with your family."
Caitlyn didn't mention that both her family and her boyfriend thought she was with the other. Seeing Amara made her think of crashing at her place for dinner.
Amara paid and swiped her card, while Caitlyn, too lazy to drive, got into Amara's car.
At home, Amara cut a plate of fruit for her and started cooking.
Caitlyn, used to being pampered, comfortably enjoyed the ready-made food. Watching Amara cook skillfully and smelling the chicken soup, she said, "Do you think it's your cooking skills that have Kingsley hooked?"
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