Chapter 402 Don't Stop, Keep Going
Christian's long fingers locked onto her delicate jawbone, forcing her to lift her chin and neck into an awkward angle, almost pulling her head off. "Here, you're smarter than them, of course, I'll give it to you."
Amelia struggled to breathe, her neck and jaw aching, but her face showed no discomfort. "Alright, in return, I'll also give Mr. Young a gift."
Christian squeezed her fragile bones with disgust. "Get out, all of you!"
He gave a stern order. These people didn't dare to be caught by reporters or to fight back recklessly. They could only grit their teeth, endure, and head downstairs, not even daring to take the elevator for fear of being kicked by Christian.
Soon, the hallway quieted down.
The hotel staff's inspection reached the top floor. Seeing the two people seemingly fighting in the hallway, they respectfully apologized, "Hello, we just conducted a thorough check. There was no fire in the hotel. It seems someone accidentally triggered the alarm. Please rest assured, this won't happen again."
Christian didn't even glance at them, his gaze fixed on Amelia's face, giving her a death stare. "Get out."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make everyone's heart skip a beat.
The staff quickly fled.
Amelia, who had been told to "get out" to her face, could only endure and continue to meet his gaze, bearing the pain caused by his iron-like fingers.
Christian slowly raised the corner of his mouth, a cold smile full of threat and violence. He released her and patted her face. "Amelia?"
Amelia's back felt like it was electrocuted, a sense of impending doom. "Mr. Young, are you asking about the gift I mentioned?"
Christian didn't mean that, but since she brought it up, he didn't mind listening.
Amelia took the opportunity to avoid his gaze, looking at the world-famous painting on the wall. "It's right there."
Christian laughed. He never thought he'd meet someone daring enough to monitor him, let alone that it would be an actress he had always looked down on!
He had been thoroughly played.
"I don't believe you had the guts to do this alone. Tell me, is your good friend here too?"
Amelia was somewhat relieved that Ashley wasn't there. Hopefully, she wouldn't come over, or Christian might deal with both of them.
"Mr. Young underestimates people. I did this to get the lead role. They can warm your bed at night; why can't I use my own methods to get your attention? See, it worked, didn't it? Any other way, and I might not have made Mr. Young go to such lengths."
Christian angrily removed the hidden camera, threw it on the ground, and crushed it. "You better have the ability to finish this movie alive."
Amelia straightened her wind-blown bangs and brought out the emotions she had prepared in advance. "Mr. Young personally chose the role. If those people have no sense of timing and make things difficult for me, it's not disrespecting me but you. I think anyone with a brain wouldn't do something so stupid."
Christian laughed in anger again. He thought maybe he didn't know Amelia well enough. He hadn't realized she was quite smart. "Did Ashley teach you this?"
"Why does it have to be someone else teaching me? My career depends on my own skills. Mr. Young, don't always bring up my friends as if I'm useless. You should know, Ashley and I are good friends because we're evenly matched, just like you and Mr. Hearst. Not just anyone can be Mr. Hearst's friend, right?"
Just a door away, Ashley wanted to applaud Amelia.
Well done!
Great comeback! So cool!
Damian, on the other hand, said with a half-smile, "The difficulty seems greater than I thought."
Ashley, puzzled, turned back and asked, "What difficulty?"
Of course, the difficulty of pursuing her.
Damian used to think Amelia was a good entry point, at least easier to persuade than Ashley. But now, it seemed she was also a tough nut to crack.
"Your friend is quite impressive. I underestimated her. It seems that in her years in the entertainment industry, besides not gaining much fame, she's honed her other skills well. She'll have great success in the future."
Ashley said, "Amelia genuinely loves acting. She's not in it for the fame. But in today's entertainment industry, without some fame, you can't even get roles."
Damian replied, "That was before."
In the future, he would remember Amelia's name and help her in her career. With him around, Christian wouldn't be able to harm Amelia.
As she relaxed, sleepiness hit Ashley, and she yawned. "They're gone. I'm heading down."
Damian said, "You mentioned treating your father's insomnia before. Can you try it on me?"
Ashley stifled her second yawn and looked at his energetic appearance. "You have trouble sleeping?"
"Yes, I haven't had time to go to Coastal City to see Martin, and my insomnia has worsened."
Thinking of the previous treatment, Ashley felt a bit sorry for him. Since he asked, she couldn't refuse outright, especially after he had helped so much earlier.
After some thought, Ashley said, "Alright, find a place to lie down, and I'll give it a try."
Without a word, Damian walked into the suite, lifted the covers, and lay down.
His movements weren't fast, but they were unhurried and surprisingly efficient.
In the blink of an eye, Ashley saw Damian lying on the spacious bed, one hand at his side and the other naturally on his chest. His hair, slightly disheveled from lying down, exuded a lazy charm.
She had only agreed to try, not necessarily succeed. Wasn't he being a bit too cooperative?
She had never been this formal when massaging her father's head before. Now, she didn't know where to start.
Damian closed his eyes, his voice tired. "Begin."
Ashley looked at her hands and almost laughed.
What a way to get herself into trouble!
The headboard was against the wall, so Ashley couldn't get past. She had to remind him, "Turn around. This way isn't convenient."
She then placed a pillow at the foot of the bed.
Hoping Damian would get angry and tell her to leave.
Because she knew how picky and germophobic Damian was.
Sleeping where feet had been? That was asking for trouble.
But Damian didn't get angry. Instead, he silently got up, got off the bed, moved to the foot of the bed, and turned the covers around before lying down again.
Ashley was speechless and rubbed her forehead. "Alright."
It seemed Damian could compromise for the sake of sleep.
Ashley turned off the lights around the ceiling, leaving only a soft floor lamp. She closed the blackout curtains with a remote, creating a sleep-friendly environment.
She moved a makeup stool to the foot of the bed and sat down lightly.
Taking a silent deep breath, she closed her eyes, gathered her energy, and mentally prepared herself.
Damian's hearing and sixth sense were sharp. He didn't need to open his eyes to know Ashley's series of small movements.
Was she that reluctant?
Soon, he felt her fingers gently combing through his hair, her soft fingers touching his scalp, pressing lightly along the acupoints. Her gentle movements sent a tingling sensation through his head, as if countless electric currents were passing from her fingers to his body.
Damian involuntarily swallowed, his throat moving as he suppressed the heat flowing from his head downwards.
Ashley thought he was uncomfortable and paused to ask, "Did I hurt you?"
Why else would he be frowning and clenching his fists?
Damian's voice was hoarse. "Don't stop, keep going."
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