Chapter 641 Amara, Would You Like to Come to My Place?
Jesse asked, and Kingsley froze up. He didn't say a word for what felt like forever.
Jesse, sensing his father's unease, stepped closer and wrapped his small arms around Kingsley in a tight embrace. "Daddy, don't be scared."
Kingsley let out a soft chuckle, making Jesse squirm from the tickles, but he still held on. Even though he didn't get much, Jesse knew his dad loved him, and he loved his dad right back.
After a long pause, Kingsley finally spoke in a low, raspy voice, "Jesse, you scared me to death!"
Jesse hugged him even tighter, his little body clinging to his dad's shoulder. Even though he was the one who had just been scared, he was now comforting his dad, "Daddy, I'll protect you."
As he said that, he grabbed a water gun and sprayed Zachary.
A few steps away, Amara watched Kingsley and Jesse in the dark, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zachary, looking defeated, walked over to Amara and said seriously, "Do you really not want to come back to the Hughes Family? Everything in the Hughes Family could be yours if you do."
Amara stood in the night wind, staring at the now-aged Zachary, and said coldly, "Maybe my mother believed your sweet words back then, and look where it got her? Zachary, there can never be peace between us. I don't want what you have, nor can I take it!"
Zachary gave her a long look. Finally, he had Maurice clean up the situation and left in his car. As he sat in the car, he thought about Amara's coldness towards him and Jesse's hostility. He couldn't understand why it was like this. He had power and influence, and Amara should be as simple and kind as her mother, right?
Her mother loved him so much, but Amara hated him! Zachary was utterly disappointed.
Maurice, left behind, quickly and efficiently tidied up the area. Once his task was complete, he turned back to see Amara cradling Jesse, who was sobbing in her arms. She pressed her cheek against his, continuously patting his back.
Maurice had a different kind of affection for the Hawkins Family. He sighed softly and said to Kingsley, "I'm sorry about today. Zachary was desperate, which is why he did this."
Kingsley didn't agree with this. His tone was icy. "Just because the Hughes Family has no heirs, they think they can take Jesse?"
Maurice rubbed his nose.
Kingsley's priority was clear. Amara and Jesse were both rattled, and all he wanted now was to get them somewhere safe. He walked over to where Amara stood, her arms wrapped protectively around Jesse, who lay on her shoulder, looking at his dad with tear-filled eyes. Kingsley patted Jesse's little head and said softly, "Let's go home!"
Amara bit her lip lightly.
Suddenly, Jesse hugged her neck tightly, fragile and crying. "I'm scared of more bad people!"
The upstairs was dark and scary.
Amara tried to comfort him for a long time but couldn't calm him down.
Finally, Kingsley took Jesse into his arms. He looked at Amara with a deep gaze. "Come to my place."
Amara wanted to ask where. But she felt it might be unnecessary to ask.
She looked at Jesse, who was clinging to Kingsley like a docile kitten. Her heart softened, and she mimicked Kingsley, patting Jesse.
Kingsley handed her the car keys. "Can you drive?"
Amara nodded. "I'm fine!"
After she spoke, she unintentionally looked up and met his eyes.
In the dead of night, as she looked at him, Amara felt a shiver that seemed to reach her very core, surpassing any physical touch and being the most intense sensation she had ever experienced since knowing Kingsley.
She was a bit lost in thought, and it was Kingsley's gentle pat that brought her back, his voice slightly hoarse. "Let's go!"
The family of three walked side by side, their shadows stretching long and far.
Behind them, Maurice stood quietly, watching them. He felt a mix of emotions he couldn't describe—envy and longing.
He saw how Kingsley protected Amara. He once liked someone that much too, but he didn't have the courage to fight for it. At the time, he thought he didn't love enough, but after all these decades, he realized it wasn't about letting go; it was about missing out.
Maurice reached into his pocket for a cigarette but found it empty, then remembered the promise he'd made to his wife. A bitter smile crept onto his face as he ambled towards his car.
Over there, Kingsley opened the Bentley's door and sat in the back seat with Jesse in his arms.
Amara got in the car, still worried, and turned to check on Jesse, who was quietly leaning against Kingsley's chest, breathing steadily. Her expression softened.
Kingsley was also looking at her.
He said, "Let's go to the apartment near the office."
Amara didn't have time to think about anything else and nodded, gently pressing the gas pedal.
After about 20 minutes, the car stopped in front of a building. Amara got out and followed Kingsley. Jesse, still in Kingsley's arms, fiddling with a small water gun, was clearly exhausted, his eyelids fluttering as sleep tugged at him.
Amara stroked his face.
Jesse opened his eyes a little and softly called, "Mommy."
Amara took off her coat and draped it over him, whispering, "Go to sleep now."
Kingsley kept staring at her, making Amara feel a bit uneasy.
He smiled gently and suddenly reached out, stroking the back of Amara's neck.
Amara's body trembled.
She wanted to move away, but with her body pressed against the elevator wall, there was nowhere to escape. His warm hand on her skin aroused her desire.
Finally, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Kingsley stared at her, his gaze deep.
The elevator reached the top floor, and Amara turned her face away, blushing.
Kingsley reluctantly withdrew his hand and walked out with Jesse in his arms.
Kingsley swiped the door open and turned on the lights, filling the room with warmth and brightness.
Jesse, half-asleep, opened his eyes and then hugged Kingsley's neck, saying, "This place is so big!"
Kingsley chuckled. He looked at Amara and lightly asked, "What do you think? Is it big?"
Amara turned her face away.
Kingsley patted her, "Go get some water. I'll put Jesse to bed."
Amara didn't have time to argue and nodded, heading to the kitchen.
Kingsley carried Jesse into the master bedroom. The large bed made Jesse look like a tiny creature lying on it.
Kingsley rarely took care of children, but he was quite adept at it.
He took off Jesse's shoes and coat, then held him for a while until Jesse slowly fell asleep in his arms.
Kingsley watched Jesse for a moment, carefully tucking him into bed, unable to resist kissing him again and again.
Amara brought a glass of water into the bedroom.
"Is Jesse asleep?" she looked at Jesse's sleeping face and spoke softly.
Kingsley nodded.
He reached out and pulled Amara into his arms. She sat on his lap, inhaling his scent. He must have been at a social event, as he had a faint smell of red wine mixed with his natural scent, which was quite pleasant.
Amara wanted to struggle but only moved slightly.
Kingsley's large hand held her slender waist. His voice was low and deep. "It's okay now."
Amara suddenly started trembling. She wasn't entirely fearless; she had been suppressing her terror. The thought of what could have happened if Kingsley hadn't returned early amplified her anxiety.
"Kingsley," she looked up, not knowing what to say.
He just looked at her. After a long time, he gently pinched her waist, lifted her, and carried her to the bathroom. They had made love in the bathroom before, but this time was different. They had never felt such urgency and desire.
The moment they caressed each other, they couldn't help but let out low moans as they gazed at each other and kissed.
Amara clung tightly to his neck, kissing his well-defined chin, mesmerized by the sight of him losing himself because of her. At that moment, she thought she would never regret it.
The passion came quickly and left quickly.
Kingsley only climaxed twice before letting her go, but he never released her, holding her tightly.
They lay on the bed, holding hands, watching Jesse, who was still clutching his little water gun as he slept.
Sometimes, Jesse would accidentally press the trigger, and the water gun would squirt out water.
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