Oliver held his cheek, somewhat surprised that the little kitten dared to show her claws in front of him, but also relieved by her growth. If she didn't resist, that would be strange indeed.
During the six years Amelia disappeared, Oliver had been searching for her, but there was no trace; she was deliberately hiding. After six years, Amelia was indeed quite different from before; she wouldn't have dared to hit him or run away.
Now, with her wings hardened, she dared to do anything. Amelia didn't want to continue entangling with him; after all, her grandmother was waiting in the hospital room. She simply left a sentence behind:
"This is in the hospital, and my grandmother is my bottom line. I think you should understand and I hope you can respect me."
Oliver watched Amelia's stubborn departing figure, feeling a mix of emotions. Six years was enough to change a person; the current Amelia, he truly couldn't understand anymore. He could only use clumsy means to keep her by his side, uncertain of when she might flee next, but he would never let Amelia leave again.
In the hospital room, the grandmother looked at Amelia returning, her expectant expression evident at a glance.
"How was it? How was it? Dr. Xavier is a nice person, right? You could get along with him; I'm very accurate in judging people."
"Grandmother, I will decide my own love life. You just focus on getting better and recovering quickly. Dr. Xavier and I are really not suitable; I've already made it clear to him."
The grandmother, feeling both frustrated and disappointed, looked at her granddaughter's resolute attitude and could not say anything more.
After a few parting words, Amelia left. However, downstairs at the hospital, Lucas appeared again.
Amelia pretended not to see him, wanting to pass by directly. Lucas panicked and rushed to Amelia's front, blocking her way.
"Amelia, wait, I have something to tell you."
Seeing that she couldn't escape, Amelia chose to face the difficulty head-on, only then noticing Lucas's haggard face.
"Amelia, I'm sick."
Lucas used self-pity as a tactic, trying to arouse Amelia's sympathy, a move that always worked when they were in love. But he forgot that Amelia was no longer the Amelia from before; she had already discarded him.
Amelia's face was calm, but she was worried inside. Seeing Lucas like this, it didn't seem fake.
"Amelia, I've missed you so much I've fallen ill, can't eat, can't sleep. Come back to me, and my illness will be cured."
Lucas didn't give up, continuing to output, trying to use pitiful statements to attract Amelia's attention and make her change her mind.
But Amelia had just resolved two tricky matters and was in no mood to care whether Lucas was really sick or not.
Seeing him still hopeful, Amelia couldn't bear to see his pale lips and advised with a heavy heart:
"Lucas, if you're sick, see a doctor. I'm not a doctor; I can't cure your illness."
The meaning was clear: stop entangling her; it's futile.
But Lucas's pitiful pride could never accept this cruel fact.
"No, no, no, Amelia, if you come back to me, my illness will be cured."
He continued to strive, trying to move forward and hold Amelia's hand, to make her feel his sincerity, that he still loved her as always.
Amelia resisted physical contact and stepped back when Lucas approached.
Lucas pressed on, and Amelia kept retreating, not noticing the stone post behind her. She accidentally fell to the ground.
Instinctively, she used her elbow to brace the fall, but wearing high heels, her knee didn't escape.
A large part was scraped off, and Amelia's delicate face couldn't help but twist; she couldn't bear the physical pain.
"Lucas, don't come near me!"
Lucas, seeing her fall, was even more eager to move forward but was deterred by Amelia's shout.
He truly felt the sense of alienation in her tone; Amelia would never have shouted at him before. In his memory, Amelia was always smiling, calling his name with a smile, facing him with a smile.
But the Amelia in front of him clearly wanted to keep her distance, a feeling that stung Lucas. He stood there, watching Amelia struggle to get up, then hail a taxi and leave without mercy.
His Amelia really didn't want him anymore...
On the road, Amelia randomly asked the driver to stop in front of a clinic, where she casually treated her knee wound before limping back to the villa.
Today's long dress just covered her injured knee; she hoped Oliver wouldn't notice. She didn't want to lie, to let Lucas get hurt.
At night, Amelia had already taken a bath and changed into silk pajamas, busy in her room.
Last time, because of Oliver's sudden business trip, she postponed her entry time. Fortunately, Zoe was an easygoing partner, and now she had time to prepare for her entry.
Connecting the call, Amelia said apologetically:
"Zoe, I'm sorry about last time. How about I start tomorrow?"
"Great, great, welcome to join us."
After hanging up, Oliver barged in.
Amelia wanted to drive him out, after all, tomorrow was her first day of work.
But she saw that Oliver seemed to be drunk, the smell of alcohol making Amelia physically uncomfortable when she got close.
Oliver saw Amelia, and because of the alcohol, his gaze was somewhat blurred, only feeling that Amelia was particularly charming.
It was the boost of the pajamas, her hair still wet, casually draped on her shoulders, smooth and delicate shoulders.
Oliver originally intended to do it tonight, seeing Amelia so charming, his body's reaction was more obvious.
Suddenly conscious, he wrapped his arms around Amelia's waist, and without saying a word, he blocked Amelia's mouth.
The smell of alcohol passed to Amelia's mouth, and she wanted to push away the pressing Oliver.
But in front of the tall Oliver, it was like using a drop in the bucket, a futile move.
Unconsciously, the two kissed to the edge of the bed, and Oliver didn't mean to stop, directly pushing Amelia onto the bed.
Suddenly, the wound was pressed, and Amelia couldn't help but cry out in pain:
"Ah! It hurts."
Oliver realized something was wrong and noticed the wound on Amelia's knee.
"What happened?"
Amelia didn't dare to tell the truth and thought of making an excuse to get by.
"Today when I left the hospital, the corridor had just been cleaned by the cleaning staff, and I accidentally slipped and hurt my knee."
Amelia was not very good at lying, so her eyes were a bit dodgy, but the dim light didn't let Oliver see her expression clearly.
"Next time, be more careful, don't mess up my good thing."
Amelia thought that since she was like this, Oliver would stop his actions, but he said:
"Don't worry, I will be careful to avoid your wound."
Amelia was bitter in her heart, this beast!
After squatting down, Amelia's fair and slender fingers grasped Oliver's stiff penis and began to gently move back and forth. In a few times, a trace of love liquid was secreted at the position of his glans.
Amelia saw this in her eyes, her red lips slightly opened, and the hot air she exhaled all hit Oliver's glans.
Amelia's tongue is not long, but it is very soft, especially the saliva on it, crystal clear and fragrant. The soft tip of the tongue, as it scraped over Oliver's glans, was like a woman licking ice cream, making him take a deep breath comfortably.
The love liquid secreted on the glans was all licked by Amelia on her tongue, and then slowly slid down from the glans, rolling over his hot and burning meat stick, to the bottom of his two testicles.
Amelia's soft tip swept over his testicles, and her fiery red lips firmly held his testicles, and a suck.
"His..."
Oliver, the whole person, was so comfortable that he raised the tip of his foot, and his hands that had nowhere to place were pressed on the top of Amelia's head.
Amelia's whole head was buried in his crotch, her fair and slender palm gently holding his penis, erecting it, and her soft clove tongue kept licking his testicles.
She knew that this was the most sensitive place on Oliver's body.
Moreover, while Amelia sucked his testicles, she also had to use her hand to manipulate his meat stick, and the stimulation brought by both hands at the same time made his meat stick couldn't help but swell a bit more.
After Oliver picked up the kneeling Amelia, he gently placed her on the bed, removed her nightgown, and looked down at this smooth and fair body.
Oliver no longer hesitated, placed a pillow under Amelia's buttocks, held his own meat stick with one hand, and the swollen glans was against the outside of Amelia's still steaming labia.
Amelia's honey hole was already wet and had become a swamp, and the penis outside it almost effortlessly, with a slight effort, half of the meat stick was inserted into Amelia's honey hole.
Amelia's honey hole was tight and soft, and the small particles of the meat wall were like a massage stick,massage stick, squeezing his penis. It was different from other women's vaginas, not tight outside and loose inside, or loose outside and tight inside.
But from the vaginal opening to the heart of the flower, it was very tight.
Even though they had made love so many times, every time his meat stick entered Amelia's tight honey hole, it brought a virgin-like tightness.
When Amelia's tight pussy was fucked, it brought a virgin-like tightness. Every time he fucked her pussy, he felt like he was fucking a virgin, not to mention how comfortable it was.
This is also why Oliver is so eager to have sex with Amelia.
Such sex makes him feel very satisfied every time.