Chapter 315

As Amelia stepped out of the office building, the moon cast a gentle glow over the night sky.

She'd been feeling pretty stressed from all the work piling up, but after a call with Henry, her mood had lifted.

Maybe this was that magical love thing everyone always talked about.

Amelia was planning to head straight home, totally unaware that someone was following her.

A guy had been quietly trailing her.

After days of watching, Alexander had figured out Amelia's routine. He knew when she left for work and when she got home. He wasn't there to mess with her life, just to catch a glimpse of her and ease his longing.

Tonight, the streets were unusually empty as Amelia made her way home.

Keeping a careful distance, Alexander followed her. He knew being a stalker was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Soon, his family would be sending him abroad to some country known for its constant rain and gloomy skies.

Alexander's heart was heavy with unspoken words, and he had no one to talk to.

James? That was a joke. They were like strangers living under the same roof, barely saying more than three words over dinner. Most of the time, they sat in awkward silence. James was more worried about the Anderson Group's investment being rejected by the Wilson Group and the new investors coming in.

Even when James thought of his sons, it was always Henry, the brilliant young man everyone admired.

As for Scarlett, she had become terrifyingly obsessive, lost in her own world, harboring resentment towards everyone, from Amelia to Henry.

The only person Alexander could confide in was Amelia, his childhood friend. They had shared everything for twenty years, a habit ingrained in him. He used to tell her even the most trivial things, like what he had for lunch.

But things had changed. Amelia probably no longer had the patience or interest to listen to his mundane stories.

Alexander knew this was just withdrawal. He wasn't used to a world without Amelia. Memories of their moments together replayed in his mind, her figure fading into the distance.

They weren’t physically far apart, just a few steps and he could touch her hair. But he knew this emotional distance was impossible to bridge.

Alexander kept reminding himself that he was leaving this place that had brought him so much pain. In these final days, he allowed himself to look at Amelia a little longer. After this, he would never bother her again. Like parallel lines, their paths would never cross.

Tonight was unusually bustling. Amelia was about to head upstairs when a voice called out to her.

"Amelia!"

Surprised, she turned to see Finley standing there, his imposing figure unmistakable. She was puzzled by his presence.

Finley was currently investing in her family's company. Despite their past disagreements, she didn't want to offend an investor, especially since Finley was Henry's good friend. She didn't want to make things difficult for Henry.

"What's up?" she asked.

Finley's expression was distant, but Amelia could sense a hint of unease.

"I wanted to ask you about Bronte. What was she like in school? Was she already sick back then?" Finley got straight to the point.

Amelia had imagined many scenarios, but she hadn't expected him to bring up Bronte.

She paused, then tried to recall, "Bronte was well-liked in school. We all thought she was very reliable and kind, and everyone liked her a lot. As for her health, I heard she wasn't very fit and couldn't handle long hours, but I didn't realize it was this serious."

The thought of the beautiful Bronte now suffering from illness made Amelia uncomfortable.

Finley pressed his lips together, deep in thought.

Amelia stood there with him, suddenly remembering something, "By the way! There was a time when Bronte disappeared without notice. She didn't tell anyone or take leave, just vanished. But she came back a month later. We all thought it was strange."

When this matter was mentioned, Finley's expression changed slightly. "Could that have triggered her illness?"

"What?" Amelia didn't catch his words.

Finley quickly turned, giving a polite, distant smile, "Nothing. Thanks for telling me."

Amelia still found Finley odd. If he didn't care about Bronte, why would he travel back just to inquire about her? But if he did care, why would he go to her house and make fun of her?

It baffled her.

Though curious, Amelia refrained from probing into others' private affairs.

Finley just smiled, "Thanks. When he gets back, we'll treat you to dinner."

Amelia's puzzlement deepened. It was just a few words, but Finley's strong reaction underscored Bronte's significance to him.

Couldn't someone just tell their story outright? Piecing it together bit by bit was so frustrating!

The conversation ended, and the atmosphere grew awkward again.

"Oh, by the way, your family's project is moving forward. Don't worry," Finley added unexpectedly.

Amelia felt a bit embarrassed, "It's okay. My parents aren't in a rush. Thank you for helping us through this tough time."

She was genuinely grateful. The investment issue wasn't critical, but mishandling it would have stressed Ethan out. He and Grace had been eager to retire, but this had delayed their plans. They often complained to Amelia at home.

Resolving this matter made her deeply thankful to Finley.

After a few more polite exchanges, they prepared to part ways.

On her way back, Amelia was still mulling over their conversation, her mind not on the path ahead. As she was about to go upstairs, a tall man in black, wearing a mask, suddenly appeared from around the corner.

She heard hurried footsteps followed by Alexander's urgent voice. "Amelia! Watch out!"