Chapter 560 It seems like it's the safe period these days
"Christian!" Amelia shouted, her voice breaking.
Irvin was a hardworking actor with a difficult upbringing, lacking connections and resources. He had struggled to get to where he was today. If Christian decided to ruin him, there would be no place for him in the entertainment industry.
Christian impatiently rubbed his ear, indicating that her shouting was uncomfortable. "A man who climbs up by relying on women, is he really worth your sadness?"
Amelia was in pain all over, her hands unable to resist, and her twisted wrists were bleeding. She lowered her head, forcing herself to calm down for a moment. "Let him go."
Her voice was still strong, but her tone was clearly negotiating.
Christian looked down at her, as if she were a little dog begging for mercy. "Weren't you very tough? You enjoyed cursing at me, so why are you giving in now?"
His words were extremely sarcastic.
Amelia was about to bite through her mouth. "Let Irvin go, and I can pretend today's incident never happened."
Christian laughed, a disdainful and cold laugh.
He didn't care or fear what Amelia might do.
To destroy someone like her and Irvin Hays, honestly, he didn't even need to do it himself. Issuing a ban in the entertainment industry was easier than eating or drinking.
But seeing the anger in Amelia's eyes, he suddenly felt playful. "If you want me to let him go, it's not impossible."
Amelia gritted her teeth, waiting for him to continue.
Christian said, "I've been free lately. Let's meet again next time."
Amelia raised her head in disbelief. He was using Irvin's future to blackmail her, to make her his plaything?
"What? Unwilling? Fine." He picked up his phone again, scrolling through his contacts, and deliberately asked, "Who's the director of his current movie? Remember? I happen to have dinner with him tomorrow night. If I ask him to replace the male lead, do you think it would be difficult?"
"I agree!" Amelia had no choice but to agree.
Christian sneered.
Christian untied the leather strap on her wrist, noticing the red marks and bloodstains on it.
He felt a slight pang in his heart.
Amelia gained her freedom, put on her pants, wrapped herself in a coat, and turned to leave.
Christian still sat there, raising an eyebrow. "Go to the front desk to get your things."
Amelia didn't stop, opened the door, and slammed it shut!
After she left, the only sound in the room was his own breathing.
Christian took a big gulp of whiskey, closing his eyes, and suddenly thought of a long time ago.
That day, he was invited by a producer to a party for a film crew and saw Amelia being forced to drink until she was dazed.
Out of revenge, he hinted to a few people to make her drink more.
Soon, Amelia was so drunk she couldn't remember who she was and passed out completely.
He dragged her into a room. Dealing with someone so drunk was easy; he didn't even have to try hard to strip her completely.
The hotel's lights shone on the white bed, illuminating her figure.
She was very thin, not particularly voluptuous, with a waist so small it could be encircled with one hand, and her legs were very eye-catching—long, straight, and clean.
As if bewitched, his fingers traced her leg from top to bottom, stopping at her ankle.
She was uncomfortably drunk, looking very innocent, with her mouth slightly pouting.
His hand stopped at his belt, unable to continue.
Maybe it was a curse, but he actually let her go.
Leaving her there, he thought, damn it, I'm not being soft-hearted; I just don't want to sleep with a woman who would sleep with anyone.
So, he left Amelia with the illusion of being raped.
He thought, this harm should be enough. Amelia would probably think she had been slept with, and she wouldn't even know by whom.
At this moment, Christian held a cigarette, his gaze shifting to the sofa, where the leather was wrinkled, and their mixed fluids remained.
Her writhing, her muffled sounds, her screams, her resistance, her softness, her pain.
All the visual and tactile memories came flooding back.
Damn it, he actually thought it felt good.
Christian was annoyed and agitated, grabbing his glass and drinking several more gulps.
The strong liquor burned his throat, and his head ached.
Amelia stumbled back to her apartment, turned on the shower, and stood under it, scrubbing herself frantically.
Her skin turned red from the scrubbing, with several places broken.
The bruises left by Christian couldn't be washed away, and the filth inside her couldn't be washed away either.
She washed for over an hour, almost fainting before coming out, putting on clean clothes, and suddenly remembered she hadn't taken birth control pills.
As she went downstairs, she received a call from Irvin.
The name on the screen was glaring and heartbreaking.
Amelia bit her lip and answered, "Irvin?"
Her throat was dry, her voice hoarse.
Irvin asked worriedly, "Do you have a cold?"
His gentle voice was so real.
Amelia's eyes stung, and she tilted her head back, but tears still slid down her cheeks, into her ears. "No, I just woke up and I'm a bit thirsty."
"The heating at home can make you thirsty. Drink some hot cocoa, okay? Isn't your period coming in a few days?"
Her tears suddenly became uncontrollable, and she couldn't stop them.
Amelia held the phone, her body slowly sinking down, squatting on the carpet.
She felt guilty towards Irvin. How could she face him?
"Amelia? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Such a gentle voice, there was a current in her ear, tingling and numbing, reaching her heart.
Amelia cleared her throat. "Nothing, I was thinking about something else. You're so annoying. I'll drink it. You go do your thing."
"I've finished filming for today. How about dinner tonight? Didn't you say you wanted Japanese food? I'll go with you."
"I don't want to eat anymore. I have something to do. Bye."
She hung up the phone and started sobbing.
After crying enough, she stood up and washed her face.
After clearing her mind, she called Ashley.
The call was quickly answered. "Amelia? Miss me?"
[Everything you have today is built on the blood and flesh of your good friend.]
[Because your good friend is very good at selling herself! Even after the divorce, she still sells her body cheaply, acting as a bed warmer for her ex-husband, in exchange for the Fields Group not going bankrupt, and saving your dad from huge debts. Ashley is really kind to you.]
Christian's words echoed in her mind like a curse.
Amelia took a deep breath. "Ashley, I love you so much, really, I love you so much."
Ashley was a bit confused and teased her, "Don't you love your boyfriend anymore? Have you switched to loving women? Realized I'm better than him?"
Amelia wiped away her tears, her hand wet. "No man is as good as you. I love you the most."
Ashley sensed something was wrong and asked with concern, "What happened? Did Irvin hook up with another celebrity?"
"No, where are you? I want to see you. I haven't eaten. Can you have your housekeeper make me something good?"
She really wanted to see Ashley, to hug her, to give her half her life.
"I'm at home. What do you want to eat? I'll have Sophie make it."
"Something sweet. I want something sweet."
"Then come over." Ashley said indulgently.
Amelia went downstairs and got into her car.
This car was the same model as Ashley's, a Volvo, hybrid.
But the overall configuration was several levels lower because the 4S store owner said Ashley's car had been top-configured and modified. To get the same model, it would take two months and exceed a budget of two million dollars.
That's when she realized Damian had actually done a lot for Ashley secretly.
People are complicated creatures. She couldn't tell who was good or bad, couldn't distinguish between love and harm.
She shook her head, trying to clear the chaos from her mind.
As the car passed a pharmacy, Amelia took out a mask and hat from the glove compartment, but then remembered her period. It seemed to be a safe period, and if she was recognized buying medicine, the media would go crazy.
After weighing her options, she stepped on the gas and sped away.
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