Chapter 381 Angry
Brad promised he'd preserve his chastity for me, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I shot him a voice message, "Brad, I miss you like crazy. Hurry back when you're done. Stay safe and don't let anyone tarnish your purity."
I wondered how Brad would react to my message, but I was too busy laughing to care.
That night, I finally got some decent sleep.
The next morning, I had a lecture at college, and then I was free, which was perfect timing to welcome Amelia.
After class, I headed back to my new place, set up a guest room for Amelia, and hit the supermarket downstairs to stock up on groceries and essentials. Once everything was ready, I set off to pick her up.
For some reason, the ride-hailing app put me in the seventeenth spot, and it said I'd have to wait twenty minutes.
My phone showed it was 1:45 PM, and Amelia's flight was landing at 2:50 PM. Waiting twenty minutes would make me late, and I was freaking out.
I glanced at Brad's black SUV parked there and swore I'd get my driver's license ASAP. Having a car but not being able to drive it was the worst.
Just when I was about to lose it, Adam showed up.
"Can't drive?" He looked at me with that annoying smirk.
"None of your business!" I snapped.
"Where you headed?" he asked.
"The airport," I replied.
"Well, lucky you, I'm going there too. Where are the keys?" Adam held out his hand.
"You can drive?" I asked, skeptical.
Adam nodded. "Give me the keys. I'll drive. Hurry up, or we'll be late."
How did he know we were running late?
"Why are you going to the airport?" I asked.
"What do you think? I packed two pounds of TNT to blow the place up. Happy?" Adam retorted, clearly annoyed. "Give me the keys, already."
Why was he always so angry? I seriously wondered if he'd eaten the TNT himself.
But hey, a free ride was a free ride. Might as well take advantage of it.
When we got to the airport, the plane had already landed. Adam and I jumped out of the car and ran to the terminal.
After a bit of waiting, I spotted Amelia with her off-white suitcase, blending in with the crowd. I waved like a maniac.
"Amelia, over here!" I shouted, waving my arms like a lunatic. If the barrier wasn't so high, I would've jumped over to hug her.
Amelia saw me, her eyes lighting up, and she walked over.
I opened my arms, ready to hug her over the barrier, but then I saw her smile freeze and disappear.
Amelia was staring behind me, looking devastated.
I turned to see Ryan standing there, looking all serious.
What was he doing here? How did he have the nerve to show up? Why was he causing more trouble? Hadn't he hurt Amelia enough already? And hadn't he moved on? What did he want now? After all the pain he caused, what more could he possibly want—was he really looking for a never-ending drama?
"Amelia, I came to pick you up," Ryan said calmly, extending his hand for her to come over.
Who did he think he was? After all the crap he pulled, he stood there like nothing happened, claiming he came to pick her up?
Amelia just stood there, not moving, not saying anything, just watching Ryan.
I started to panic. What was Amelia thinking? Was she softening up again? No way, I couldn't let that happen.
"Amelia, come on, let's go. I'll take you to a fancy dinner tonight," I said, trying to snap her out of it.
Her eyes shifted, and she smiled at me, dragging her suitcase out of the exit.
I rushed over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her away. "Don't look at him; he's not worth it."
Amelia followed me quietly, quickening her pace, but I could see the sadness in her eyes, the redness from holding back tears.
Ryan called out, "Amelia, what are you doing? Just because there was a little mishap when discussing the wedding, you're mad? I promise we'll set another time to talk about it. Whatever you want, or whatever your family wants, as long as it's reasonable, I'll agree, okay?"
He blocked her way again, trying to grab her suitcase, looking all impatient and annoyed, like none of this was his fault, it was all on Amelia, and no matter what he did, she was supposed to just take it.
I was so mad I could barely stand it. If Amelia wasn't there, I would've slapped him.
On the day both families were discussing the wedding, Ryan ditched his fiancée to flirt with another woman, and he didn't even feel bad about it. Instead, he acted like it was all Amelia's fault, like she was the one to blame. How could he do that?
The Amelia I knew was bold and fierce. She never cried, no matter what happened; she always found ways to get back at those who wronged her.
But with Ryan, she always humbled herself, trying to please him.
I looked at Amelia, wanting to tell her not to believe Ryan, to stay far away from him, and to be her amazing self.
Yet, Amelia remained the person I remembered; she had finally stopped being so humble with Ryan and reverted to the one who never allowed herself to be taken advantage of.
Amelia had been hurt too deeply, and naturally, she would find a way to protect herself from further harm.
She looked at Ryan with a calm smile, her demeanor surprisingly composed. The eyes that used to light up when she saw him now only showed indifference. "I want you to move. You're in my way. Can you?"
"What?" Ryan was stunned. In his world, Amelia always did whatever he said. She never spoke to him like that. No matter what he did, she always understood him, indulged him, and let him do whatever he wanted.
Ryan probably never thought that no one would stand behind him forever, waiting for him to turn around.
I was instantly delighted. This was really my goddess, so cool.
I pushed Ryan aside. "Move over; let us through. Move, you mutt."
Ryan said, "Amelia, do you have to make this so ugly? Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong. It was my fault that day. I shouldn't have left halfway, and I shouldn't have said those harsh words to you. Stop making a scene and come back with me. Don't keep Mom and Dad waiting."
After saying that, he tried to pull Amelia again, growing increasingly impatient.
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