Amelia rolled her eyes inwardly, her face still bearing a expression of distress. Oliver, seeing this, felt inexplicably refreshed and magnanimously said, "I won't torment you today."
Amelia's worldview was shattered by Oliver's words. Was this how the rich played? Did Oliver even realize what he was saying with his handsome face, speaking such beastly words? Indeed, one should never judge a book by its cover; the most terrifying were the well-dressed beasts.
Amelia was in no mood to continue this entanglement with him. Since Oliver had spoken, she gave him a resounding snub.
Perhaps sensing Amelia's genuinely low spirits, Oliver decided to let her off the hook for the day and strode towards his study.
Chloe called just as Oliver sat down. He initially had no intention of answering, but recalling his father's admonitions and the pressure from Amelia, he chose to pick up.
"What's up? Is there something you need?" Oliver asked.
"Oliver, what are you doing? Our wedding is just around the corner. Don't worry, I've got everything under control. Once we're married, I'll take good care of you."
"Thinking so far ahead. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. You know, our union is just a strategic move for our families to climb higher. Don't deceive yourself; I don't love you."
The stark words stung the ears. Chloe had always understood that their marriage was merely a transaction, and Oliver was just complying out of respect for their elders.
In fact, it was all a one-woman show by Chloe. Oliver's cold and heartless exposure of this absurd self-deception still hurt her heart.
Since childhood, Chloe had loved to follow Oliver around. As a child, Oliver always exuded an aloofness that kept strangers at bay, and despite countless rejections, Chloe clung to him like a dog skin plaster, impossible to shake off.
Oliver hung up the phone without mercy. The relationship between their families was there, and he couldn't refuse openly, so he used this method to make Chloe realize his attitude towards her.
Recently, the company had been very busy. Chloe's father, wanting his daughter to be treated well after marriage, had put a lot of pressure on Oliver. Spread thin, Oliver still demonstrated his capabilities through actions.
In the family, although Oliver was the youngest, he was also the most favored by his grandfather and held absolute power within the family.
Once the study door was closed, it felt as if time inside and in the real world were out of sync. Facing work, he was conscious of the need to work tirelessly.
Amelia, just a wall away, was also busy non-stop.
Chloe deliberately made things difficult for Amelia, giving her only three days. To design a wedding dress and several bridesmaid dresses within three days was quite pressing.
To satisfy Chloe, Amelia needed to spend two days completing the design drafts and have the factory rush to produce them on the third day.
Three days could pass quickly or slowly. On the second night, due to fluctuating inspiration, part of Amelia's design draft was still unfinished.
Amelia planned to stay up all night to finish the design draft.
She set to work, ensuring that Oliver would not disturb her by locking herself in her room.
It was already evening, with a bright moon hanging in the dark sky, surrounded by a sprinkling of stars, promising another sunny day tomorrow.
Fully immersed in her work, Amelia felt the passage of time slip away. When she felt sore in her back and shoulders, she finally looked up from her drafts, rubbed her aching neck and shoulders, and checked her wristwatch, realizing it was already nine o'clock!
She hadn't had dinner yet, so she opened the door to find food. The villa was empty; it seemed to be the weekend, and the servants were off.
Oliver had some humanity and didn't exploit all the surplus value of the workers, allowing them one day off on weekends.
By chance, there was not a single servant in the villa today, and even the butler had gone home to be with his family. Amelia had to fend for herself and went to the kitchen to make do with a simple meal.
Oliver was also out, and Amelia didn't bother to think about what he was up to, hoping he wouldn't disturb her when he came home later, which would be a stroke of luck.
In the six years abroad, Amelia had trained herself to be a versatile warrior, with cooking and culinary skills at her fingertips.
However, time was limited, and Amelia made herself a plate of spaghetti to ignite her inspiration and imagination, a method that worked well for her.
After dinner, Amelia checked the time again; it was 10 o'clock, and she had to hurry up.
She ran upstairs without cleaning the kitchen and returned to her room to continue working.
Only this time, she forgot to close the door...
At midnight, Oliver returned to the villa, dragging his tired body. The house was pitch black, but he looked up to see the light still on in Amelia's room on the second floor. Without turning on the lights, Oliver felt his way upstairs.
Amelia, who had been immersed in her work, suddenly felt a tightness behind her and turned to find Oliver.
Sensing danger, Amelia realized it was too late to dodge; Oliver's kiss fell upon her.
Judging by his demeanor, Amelia would not escape tonight.
But Amelia still wanted to try, struggling to say:
"Can it be tomorrow? I really have work that hasn't been finished today..."
Oliver hated it when his partner was not serious during the act. He didn't listen to Amelia's pleas, only biting her shoulder fiercely and then warning her in a bewitching voice:
"If you keep getting distracted like this, be careful I make you unemployed."
Amelia truly believed Oliver had the power to do such a thing and could only hope it would be over quickly.
Fortunately, perhaps Oliver was also tired today, and it ended soon.
Amelia still chose to continue with her unfinished work despite the pain.
Her efforts were not in vain; the next morning, Amelia, with dark circles under her eyes, completed the design draft and then rushed to the factory without delay.
On the third day, the wedding dress and evening dresses that Chloe wanted were all finished. Adhering to the principle that the customer is God, Amelia also professionally ironed the clothes.
The next day, Amelia arrived at Chloe's doorstep early in the morning; their studio offered door-to-door delivery services.
But Chloe started making trouble again, making Amelia wait outside in the heavy rain for a full hour, drenching her completely.
Feeling more and more upset, since Chloe was so ruthless, Amelia didn't want to be a fool here anymore.
Just as she was about to leave, Chloe opened the door and sneered contemptuously:
"Still a gold-medal designer, no professional quality at all."