Chapter 180 Explosion! York Madly Chases Amelia
By the sea.
The blue rain had stopped, and Amelia looked outside.
York had just asked if she would mind their relationship being exposed.
"No," she smiled. "It's going to happen sooner or later anyway."
She looked at the sea over there. She'd just had a little bit of wine, and now she suddenly felt like going to the water's edge to wade around.
And so she did.
She took off her high heels, held them in her hand, and walked to the water's edge to play.
York followed behind her, watching her with a smile.
Amelia got a bit mischievous. She tossed her high heels aside, scooped up some water, turned around and splashed it at York.
He wasn't prepared and got splashed right in the face.
But he only paused slightly, then smiled helplessly.
He crouched down, also scooped up some water, and splashed it at her.
"Haha, you can't get me." Amelia was already prepared and jumped away to dodge.
Stepping in the water, she ran along, dodging the water he kicked up while scooping up water to splash him.
The two of them played and fooled around. York's hair was covered in water droplets, his previously neat hair now wet and hanging down, some of it still dripping.
The corners of Amelia's mouth turned up, and suddenly...
In a moment of distraction, looking at his face, something seemed to stir in her memory.
It seemed like somewhere, she had seen him like this before.
Except back then, he wasn't smiling.
"What's wrong?" York noticed something was off with her expression and walked over, picking up her high heels along the way.
Amelia smiled and shook her head, pushing those images away. She just wanted to be happy right now.
She had forgotten how long it had been since she'd played around so childishly.
It seemed that at any time, she had to shoulder so many things.
Ever since Jasper died, she had never truly relaxed.
She had too many things to consider.
It left her barely able to breathe.
She stopped wading in the water and walked to the other side, where she had just noticed a piano.
After wiping her hands dry, she played a piano piece on the spot.
The sea breeze, her hair flowing freely, the cool and relaxed seaside, the unoccupied piano, and a person who made her feel at ease.
She loved this feeling of being carefree and free.
Just like when she was little.
When she finished playing, applause came from beside her.
She opened her eyes, looked at him, and smiled with a nod.
He was also looking at her, the night breeze lifting her long hair.
He loved her like this, so free and unrestrained.
He loved her at any moment.
...
Meanwhile, Otis was at home training his cat.
"Whiskers, you're a hero of this household now," Otis said to Whiskers. "You can't just do backflips. You need more tricks to attract Briar over."
Whiskers turned around, butt facing Otis.
Otis's mouth twitched slightly, and he forcibly turned Whiskers back around.
"This is what York said. You need to learn more. You have to listen to York," Otis instructed. "Plus, you like them too, right?"
Whiskers glanced at Otis and finally meowed in agreement.
"That's more like it," Otis said with a grin.
Just then, his phone rang.
Otis looked at it - an unknown number.
Remembering what York had told him today, he cleared his throat a couple of times, then answered.
"Hello? Who is this?" Otis said.
"Hello, Mr. Jenkins. We're reporters. We just got some footage. Would you be interested in buying it?" the other party got straight to the point.
Otis understood. Remembering York's words, he continued asking, "What exactly is it?"
"It's a video of Mr. Jenkins and Amelia on a date," the other party answered.
Otis chuckled and said, "Oh that. York said not to buy it. Do whatever you want with it."
With that, he hung up.
Otis started laughing thinking about what was about to happen. "William's probably going to be furious, haha."
...
The two reporters looked at each other.
"What do we do now?" one asked.
"Otis said it was York who said it, which means York expected this all along," the other answered. "Let's just post it online directly. That way we'll still get traffic!"
"Good!"
"I'll do it. There's a technique to this. Watch and learn," the person continued.
...
At that moment, on the internet where discussions were already buzzing, a video suddenly appeared.
In the video, a man and woman were playing by the sea. The woman stepped in the seawater, scooping up water and splashing it at the man, but he wasn't annoyed at all. He just held her high heels in his hand and symbolically splashed some water at her.
Anyone could see that he couldn't bear to really splash her and was just playing along.
Similarly, the camera angle was extremely tricky, mostly showing angles where you couldn't see the woman's face when she dodged the water.
This drove the netizens crazy.
"These reporters are doing this on purpose! Just showing us this!"
...
At that moment, the reporter smiled cunningly and posted on his account - [100,000 likes to unlock the next video.]
But although netizens looked down on this behavior, they still quickly gave him likes. In no time, it broke 100,000.
Even more than that - it went straight toward a million.
The buzz went crazy.
"You're really something!" the reporter beside him was amazed.
That reporter smiled slyly and uploaded the video.
So the piano-playing video appeared, but still, no face was shown.
Then he casually posted another update - [500,000 followers and I'll release all the videos showing the woman's face.]
Netizens wailed!
If there was already buzz before, now the heat kept building, attracting countless people's attention. It had become a nationwide frenzy, with everyone wildly guessing who the woman was.
"I'm guessing it's the Fuller family's daughter."
"Maybe it's a foreign aristocrat!"
"Are you stupid? From the body shape and outfit, you can tell she's from our country!"
...
Countless people followed this account. Followers exceeded a million in an instant, all just to get the face-revealing videos.
"Keep going?" the reporter next to him watched his friend take money while accepting a super expensive ad request to be inserted in the middle of the face-revealing videos, his eyes full of admiration.
He rolled his eyes. "If we keep going, we'll get beaten up."
So a series of videos were released.
All showing clear faces.
And so, this time, heated discussions began online.
"What, this person is actually Amelia!"
"The mysterious woman York is pursuing is actually Amelia!"
"Am I seeing this right? What about William..."
#York pursuing Amelia#
This trending topic firmly held the number one spot.
Attracting countless people's attention.
In the apartment, William watched this series of face-revealing videos and trending topics, and suddenly swept everything off the table beside him.
Countless things crashed to the floor with a loud noise.
His hand was cut by the fragments, blood dripping down his fingers.
But he seemed to feel nothing, just staring intently at those video frames.