Chapter 387 You Can Kiss Me Now

Chapter 387 You Can Kiss Me Now

Amelia was a bit worried.

"What kind of injury? How did he get hurt?"

"It's not a gunshot wound. Don't worry, it's not life-threatening. He got hurt saving an old man. That day, he insisted everyone at the granary accept me—it was that old man. When he was saving him, someone from the Bloody Syndicate hit his hand with a stick, causing a slight fracture. Nothing serious. It just needs a month or two to heal."

Amelia breathed a small sigh of relief.

Samuel continued,

"The Bloody Syndicate members—the dead are dead, the caught are caught. After verification and identification, not a single one got away."

"The local islanders have all been properly settled. Except for one death, everyone else is fine."

Only one death was already a very good outcome.

Still, Amelia couldn't help but sigh.

"They did nothing wrong, yet suffered such heavy losses. How innocent are they?"

"Yes, this incident caused quite a shock. The international community is very concerned about it too. They'll all receive appropriate compensation, and from now on, there will be a security team stationed on the island specifically to protect their safety."

Amelia nodded.

"What about you? Did you have a doctor check you out?"

Samuel replied, "Apart from being a bit malnourished, nothing special. Also, I took five showers—I don't smell anymore. You can kiss me now."

He smiled.

"Just kidding, I'm not forcing you. I know you're not in the mood right now."

But Amelia suddenly hugged him and kissed him deeply.

Her love, tender and intense, all gathered in this kiss.

White seagulls flew past the window, flapping their wings.

After a while, Amelia finally let go of Samuel.

Blushing, she gathered her courage and said, "Samuel, I want to have a child for you."

Samuel was stunned, then kissed her again.

After kissing for who knows how long, Samuel gradually became aroused.

They were a legal married couple—some things could be enjoyed when the time was right.

Soon, they were both covered in sweat.

Samuel carried Amelia to the bathroom, and they showered together.

During the shower, Samuel got restless again.

They did it once more.

Both times, they didn't use any contraception.

After drying off, Amelia felt like all her bones had turned to jelly.

"I don't have the energy to go downstairs for dinner."

"Then I'll go down and bring food up for you."

"Is that okay? Won't Mom and Dad guess what we did?"

"I'll just say you haven't rested well these past few days trying to figure out how to rescue me, and you don't have the energy to go downstairs."

"Alright."

Amelia lay flat, not wanting to think about it anymore.

If they guessed, they guessed—they were a legal married couple anyway.

She was truly too tired to move at all.

Samuel smiled, planted a kiss on her lips, and left.

Going downstairs, Samuel couldn't just get food for Amelia—he also had to check on Felix for her.

After all, Felix had taken risks for them.

Of course, he also had to hold off Maeve and Faith, who wanted to come up and visit.

Amelia knew all this, so instead of waiting deliberately, she took out her phone from the bedside drawer and started checking the news.

As Samuel had said, this incident had indeed caused quite an uproar.

Both domestic and international communities were shocked.

The local government faced considerable condemnation.

However, neither domestic nor foreign news mentioned her and Samuel.

This was good for them.

Sometimes being too visible wasn't beneficial.

Especially since neither she nor Samuel were ordinary people—even the slightest move could affect the stock market.

Later, Amelia learned that the reason the news didn't mention them was because Quinton had prepared early and worked with Stanley to suppress the information.

Amelia was surprised—Quinton seemed to only dote on Natalie, but turned out to be so sharp about serious matters too.

Thinking about it later, how could Quinton be mediocre if he could rise from a small middle-class background to become Goldenvale's richest person through his own abilities?

"Some people like to hide their excellence behind ordinariness. Your dad is one of them," Samuel later said.

Of course, that was all later.

After confirming that the news didn't mention her and Samuel, Amelia relaxed and rested, quickly falling asleep again.

While sleeping groggily, she was gently pushed awake by a large hand.

"Amelia, wake up and eat something before sleeping."

Amelia half-opened her eyelids to see Samuel sitting by the bed holding a bowl of oatmeal porridge.

She propped herself up and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's already evening."

Amelia nodded. Smelling the oatmeal porridge, she suddenly felt hungry.

Come to think of it, she hadn't eaten anything for almost a day.

And on the island, she hadn't been eating well either.

"Come, let me feed you." Samuel scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal porridge.

Amelia quickly refused, "I'm not sick, I can eat by myself."

"Don't worry, no one else is here. Eat."

Samuel, as if coaxing a child, blew on the spoonful of oatmeal porridge and held it in front of her.

Amelia had no choice but to eat it.

After finishing the bowl of oatmeal porridge, Amelia finally felt some strength returning to her body.

"After you went downstairs, what did Mom and Dad say?"

Samuel said, "They just thought you were tired, didn't think much of it. Don't worry."

"But Faith and Maeve kept insisting on seeing you. I held them off."

"Where are they now?"

"Still downstairs."

"Then I'll go down to see them."

"Okay." Samuel didn't stop her. He even found her a set of clothes and a wig.

Amelia touched her buzz cut and asked, "Does this buzz cut look really bad on me?"

"Forget buzz cut—even if you were bald, you'd still look good."

"Nonsense."

"Not nonsense. I'm being serious. You have a well-shaped head—any hairstyle, with or without hair, looks good on you."

Samuel's expression was serious, not perfunctory at all.

Amelia smiled.

"As long as you don't mind."

"You saved my life. If I still minded, I should go to hell."

Amelia frowned, "We just escaped death—let's not say such unlucky things."

"Okay. Won't say it anymore. Never again."

Only then did Amelia's smile return.

She didn't delay any longer. Everyone was waiting to see her to feel at ease, so she quickly changed clothes.

What Samuel had prepared for her was a somewhat androgynous casual outfit, very suitable for her current hairstyle, making her look quite handsome.

The wig was stuffy, and especially since Amelia never wanted to pretend to be anyone else ever again—she just wanted to be herself—so she chose not to wear the wig and went downstairs.

Faith had already seen Amelia after she cut her hair, so seeing her now, she was only briefly startled before calmly accepting her new hairstyle.

Only Maeve, upon seeing her hair, froze completely on the spot, unable to speak for quite a while.

Where was Amelia with her beautiful long hair?

How had she turned into such an androgynous, handsome-looking person?