Chapter 186 Did 1 Slap Him?
Amelia wasn’t clueless. She could tell James was subtly hinting that Dylan should let things go. His words sounded like a polite reminder for Dylan to be the bigger man and not hold grudges.
It had to be about his legs again.
She felt a little awkward. Everyone seemed to be implying that Dylan’s injury was somehow her fault.
James smiled and continued saying, “Mr. Hale, I won’t keep you from your business meeting.”
With that, he patted Amelia on the shoulder. “Work hard with Mr. Hale. When you’ve matured a bit more, I’ll feel better about letting you have a say in the company’s decisions. It’s time you grew up, Amelia.”
Amelia didn’t feel much of a bond with James. Since she woke up, he either ignored her or only spoke up to criticize her, usually siding with Celia. And that look he always gave her was full of pain and disappointment.
It made her wonder. Had she truly been that terrible in the past and always caused trouble? If so, perhaps his attitude did make sense from a parent’s point of view.
Still, since she couldn’t remember any of it, her frustration only lasted a moment.
She kept following behind Dylan. She badly wanted to ask about his leg, but the words wouldn’t come out.
They made their way to the private room, where business partners were already waiting inside.
As fate would have it, one of them recognized Amelia. His brows knitted for just a second, but he managed to smooth his expression and kept quiet before he reached out to shake Dylan’s hand.
“It’s been two years, Mr. Hale.”
Even in a wheelchair, Dylan had a strong, commanding presence. The moment people laid eyes on him, they would automatically bow and treat him with the utmost respect.
He gave a small nod and raised the level of his wheelchair, signaling the meeting was starting.
One of the men was middle–aged, slightly overweight, and dressed in a tailored suit. After a few rounds of drinks, he kept stealing glances at Amelia as they talked–subtle, but noticeable.
Amelia felt a bit uneasy. Just as she was about to say something, the man spoke up.
“Ms. Summers, you’re a lot quieter this time.”
A look of confusion flashed in her eyes. Then, she heard him continue, “I was lucky enough to meet you once, around six years ago. Same hotel. I was here with Mr. Hale. You bumped into us, and your exp immediately changed. Then, you slapped him right across the face!”
Amelia had been sipping her tea. Upon hearing that, she spat it all out in shock.
She stared at the man in disbelief. “Huh?”
Someone quietly handed her a/napkin. She grabbed it quickly and wiped her mouth.
Still a bit shaken, she muttered, “You must be mistaken, right?”
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Chapter 136 Did 1 Slap Hini?
Seeing how genuinely thrown off she looked, the man quickly changed what he said earlier
“Maybe I got it wrong. Haha. Must’ve misremembered. Who’d dare slap someone like Mr. Hale, right?”
Amelia’s heart was pounding. She really had no memory–none at all.
She glanced over at Dylan, but he simply remained calm, eyelashes lowered, lost in thought.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to deny it.
“That definitely wasn’t me. I couldn’t possibly slap him. Really! Please don’t joke like that. I’m just one of Mr. Hale’s employees now. I would never disobey him and do everything he asks for.”
The man had only been rambling under the influence of alcohol. Realizing his slip, he quickly steered the conversation elsewhere. The mood lightened again.
But the quieter Dylan got, the more uneasy Amelia felt. She tried hard to recall anything from her past; but her amnesia was so bad that she couldn’t recall anything.”
When the meeting finally ended, she rushed to stand behind Dylan.
“Mr. Hale, I have something to ask you.”
The business partners politely shook hands and excused themselves, saying they’d wait outside.
Nathan seemed a bit displeased but went along. Soon, only Amelia and Dylan were left in the room.
Amelia couldn’t hold herself any longer.
“Mr. Hale, if I really did something to hurt you in the past, please don’t take it to heart. My so–called father was right. You’re generous and forgiving, not the type to dwell on things. I must’ve been immature back then.”
Dylan twirled the glass between his fingers, saying nothing.
Amelia quickly grabbed an empty glass from the side and poured wine for both of them.
“I’ll punish myself with three shots.”
That juicy gossip had thrown her into total chaos. If she had actually slapped Dylan before, then how good- tempered must he be to not have torn her apart?
She poured herself a glass and downed it in one go, then quickly followed it with the second, and the third! Dylan parted his lips slightly, eyes drifting to the bottle, noting the high alcohol content on the label. It was strong and meant to be diluted. Even a seasoned drinker would be tipsy after three shots.
With three shots down, Amelia’s stomach felt like it was on fire. She’d felt it burning from the very first one, but having said to drink three, there was no backing out now.
As she set the glass down, the heat rushed straight to her head. Gripping the table nearby for support, she shook her head, barely staying conscious.
