Chapter 11 She’s Just Pretending!
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Nolan’s head tilted slightly, disbelief written all over his face as the strength instantly slackened. He touched his check, stunned for several seconds.
Amelia had never hit him before. She would rather hurt herself than let him suffer. Not to mention, she had just embarrassed him in the private room.
He had a faint feeling that something had indeed changed but in the next second, Amelia asked, “Does it hurt?”
Nolan’s confidence surged back immediately. She’s just pretending! She must be trying to get his attention with this act!
Of course, Amelia loved him so much, she couldn’t live without him. He took a deep breath and sneered, “I want to see how long you can keep this up.”
Amelia leaned against the wall. When she was finally alone, she rubbed her stomach, which felt uncomfortable.
When Nolan grabbed her by the neck earlier, she had almost thrown up. After drinking so much alcohol, it was impossible not to feel it. Her stomach was now bloated and aching.
She quickly changed her clothes and as soon as she walked out of Nocturne’s lobby, a forceful hand grabbed her hard.
Timothy kicked her in the abdomen, his expression twisted with malice. “Weren’t you so smug just now?”
Amelia wiped the corner of her mouth and found it ridiculous. This man had just been swindled out of 1 million in the private room and couldn’t vent his anger there, so he had chosen to ambush her here.
Truly, he was classless. As expected, anyone who hung out with Nolan was trashy.
Timothy stepped closer, roughly grabbed her by the hair. His grip was so tight it nearly tore her scalp. “Amelia, you’re nothing. Compared to Milly, you’re garbage. What do you think? If I threw you onto Felix’s bed, wouldn’t he be thrilled? He’s been lusting over your body for a long time.
“Milly said you upset her on her birthday. Next time, watch yourself, or I’ll let a few men take turns with you and plaster your photos everywhere.”
Whenever Milly shed a tear, Timothy was ready to dig out his heart for her. Wherever Milly pointed, Timothy struck.
He looked down at the disheveled Amelia in his grasp, sneering coldly. “Don’t upset Milly again. You can’t handle the consequences.” He shoved her away with a snort and left without looking back.
Amelia’s scalp burned with pain, as did her stomach. Timothy hits women. She hadn’t provoked him further earlier because she feared worse retaliation.
She slowly got up, her stomach churning. Unable to hold it back, she vomited, her eyes red with unshed
tears.
At least Timothy was right about one thing. Even though she had lost her memory, Amelia was painfully aware that she was trash no one cared about.
She kept vomiting until her stomach was empty, then stood by the roadside, trying to hail a taxi to return to
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Chapter 11 She’s Juar Fretending!.
her rented place,
A luxurious limousine stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing a face so stunning it took one’s breath away
The man’s features were sharp as if carved by a blade–perfect beyond reproach. He exuded an air of nobility and detachment, his pitch–black pupils reflecting her disheveled state. Even the interplay of light and shadow seemed to favour him.
Amelia’s face turned pale. Before she could react, her body instinctively took a few steps back. It was Dylan
This was the first time she had seen him in person, and she realized she was afraid of him. Cold sweat quickly broke out on her back.
Her instincts didn’t lie. She must have once kept her distance from this man. If Dylan’s leg injury had been caused by her, how was she still alive?
Suppressing the urge to run, she forced herself to stay calm and greeted him politely. “Mr. Hale.”
“Where do you live? I’ll take you back.”
Amelia’s heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly. Why was she so afraid of this man? She had to find out. “Okay. Thank you, Mr. Hale.”
She bowed politely and opened the car door, immediately noticing the wheelchair beside her seat. A wave of overwhelming dread washed over her again. Her fingertips instinctively curled slightly.
Just how much had she feared Dylan in the past? Even now, despite her amnesia, being alone with him was unbearable.
The car started moving slowly. She sat properly and reported the address of her current residence.
Dylan struck up a conversation. “That’s very close to Hale Corporation.”
“Yes, it is. I plan to work at Hale Corporation.” She decided against mentioning that it was to chase after him. It felt like she might get thrown out of the car if she did.
As soon as she said this, the temperature in the car plummeted, the chill making her scalp tingle. For the rest of the ride, Dylan closed his eyes to rest, saying nothing further.
Amelia frowned. She felt as if her words had touched a nerve but couldn’t figure out what she had said
wrong.
When the car arrived at her place, she got out and politely thanked him. “Thank you, Mr. Hale. Next time… I’ll treat you to a meal?”
Dylan’s gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before shifting away, icy and indifferent. Amelia hit a wall, her smile awkward.
She stood there, thinking he would leave right away. Instead, he called out, “Amelia.”
She instinctively responded, “Yes?” But immediately after, the car window rolled up, and the vehicle drove
away.
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