"Unfortunately, he can't see." Amelia Wytte smiled and looked up at him.
Now that he poked his heart again and again, it would hurt. Let's hurt together.
"Amelia Wytte!" Nicola Clinton was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to slap her face.
But when he looked into her eyes, which were as calm as dead water, he finally withdrew and said coldly, "since you want to see him so much, you should kneel down in front of him today. One minute, one second, you can't miss!"
"That's exactly what I want." Amelia Wytte replied with a bright smile.
Nicola Clinton was so irritated that he snorted coldly, turned around and strode away. He followed the driver to her and stared at her.
"Miss Whytte , I'm sorry." The driver said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter. I'm just like you. I'm hired by the Clinton family . You don't have to call me like that." Amelia Wytte smiled bitterly.
He was just following orders. It was true that Nicola Clinton didn't trust her and was cruel enough to her.
She knelt and murmured.
The sky was overcast with thunder and then it rained heavily. The driver took an umbrella from the car, but didn't cover it for her.
Amelia Wytte knew that it was also Nicola Clinton 's idea.
She knelt down for several hours. When the driver told her that she could get up, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Her legs didn't seem to belong to her anymore. She struggled to get up. Before she could take a breath, the driver said, "Mr. Clinton asked you to walk back."
Amelia Wytte frowned slightly, and then relieved. She nodded and said, "okay.".
It took more than an hour to drive from here to the villa, let alone walk back.
Nicola Clinton tortured her .
Fortunately, she was wearing a pair of flat shoes when she came out. It was a blessing in disguise.
She walked ahead, followed by the driver.
During the whole process, the rain didn't stop. Her body had already been wet, and her head was a little dizzy. Her legs were as heavy as lead.
She didn't know how long she had walked. Her body became weak and she fell into the muddy water. It seemed that there was a sound beside her ears. She tried to respond, but her consciousness gradually drew away. Her eyes went black and she completely fainted.
When she woke up, she was already in another completely strange environment.
The French style of decoration was simple but luxurious.
This was not Clinton family .
"You are awake."
Following the voice, Amelia Wytte turned around and walked towards her. It was the man who saved her in the nightclub that day,... Eden Hawk .
"It's you. Why am I here?" Amelia Wytte frowned and looked at herself under the quilt subconsciously.
At this moment, she was wearing a silk nightdress. She knew the brand. It was a first-line and expensive brand.
"My clothes..."
"Don't worry. The maid changed your clothes. I happened to see you faint on the way last night, so I brought you back. Have some food. I made minced pork congee with preserved egg by myself." Eden Hawk said in a gentle voice.
In an instant, the room was filled with a strong fragrance.
Minced pork congee with preserved egg was her favorite before. This brand was also her favorite.
"Thank you. But Nicola Clinton 's driver was also here last night. How could he let you take me away? And this, it's very expensive. I... I can't afford it." Amelia Wytte lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, looking gloomy.
Eden Hawk handed the porridge to her and said softly, "he's just a driver. How can he stop me? As for this, I gave it to you. You deserve it no matter before or now."
His tone was firm and his eyes were sincere.
There was a short trance in Amelia Wytte, and she did not go deep into the two words "past" he said. After all, everyone knew that she had been in jail.
"Thank you." She lowered her head and replied softly.
Eden Hawk smiled at her and said nothing.
Amelia Wytte enjoyed the porridge in her bowl. It tasted good.
She used to like minced pork congee with preserved egg cooked by a chef. The food he cooked tasted almost the same as that cooked by a chef.
?
"Sir, sir!" In the quiet room, the servant of Hawk family suddenly ran up in a hurry.
"What's the matter?" Eden Hawk frowned and said impatiently.
The maid faltered, "a gentleman came downstairs and said he was here for someone."
"I see. You can leave now." Eden Hawk waved his hand, with a hint of cruelty in an instant.
Needless to ask, Amelia Wytte could guess who was coming.
She put down the bowl and said, "I'll go downstairs with you. After all, he's looking for me."
After hesitating for a while, Eden Hawk nodded and said, "there are clean clothes over there. Change them first. I'll wait for you outside the door."
"Okay." Amelia Wytte nodded, cleaned herself up quickly and went downstairs with Eden Hawk .
In the living room, Nicola Clinton , in a suit and leather shoes, leaned against the sofa, his face gloomy and terrible.
"It's rare for Mr. Clinton to have such a leisure time to come here." Eden Hawk said with a fake smile.
Nicola Clinton turned around and saw the expensive fixed dress in Amelia Wytte. His eyes darkened and his voice was even colder. "Mr. Hawk took my people away without saying goodbye. How could I not come?"
"Well, I have informed your driver. Besides, you don't even have a marriage certificate. How can Amelia Wytte be considered a member of the Clinton family ?" With these words, Eden Hawk pulled Amelia Wytte aside and sat down.
She felt her scalp tingling and took her arm back quietly.
Eden Hawk poured her a glass of warm water.
Nicola Clinton saw the interaction between the two people, and the pressure around them was almost breathless.
Amelia Wytte could tell at a glance that he was really annoyed, and the consequences would be very serious.
"Amelia Wytte, are you from the Clinton family ?" Nicola Clinton looked at her with a faint smile.
She pursed her lips and nodded, "yes, I'm a member of the Clinton family no matter life or death."
"Very well, Mr. Hawk , did you hear it clearly?" Nicola Clinton even crossed his legs with satisfaction and tapped the edge of the sofa with his fingers.
Amelia Wytte was very clear that if she dared to say no, this Mr. Hawk would definitely be implicated by her.
"Amelia Wytte, do you want to go back with him?" Eden Hawk frowned tightly.
"Well," she nodded, "thank you, Mr. Hawk. But I still hope that you will not interfere in my business in the future. You are a good person and you should not be involved in my affairs."
"I'm not afraid of being implicated by you." Eden Hawk blurted out.
Instantly, Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes and looked at him with hostility.
Amelia Wytte, who knew him well, immediately noticed him. She quickly stood up, walked to Nicola Clinton and said, "Mr. Hawk , but you don't have the right to make a decision for me. I'm sorry to bother you for the whole night. Thank you. I have to go now. Goodbye."