Oliver watched Amelia quietly eating and thought about the scene where she was bullied earlier without fighting back. He felt a surge of anger.
He grabbed Amelia's hand as she was about to take another bite and asked angrily, "Were you mute just now? You're usually quite talkative in front of me."
Amelia looked displeased and tried to pull her hand free.
When her efforts proved futile, her slender wrist turned red from the struggle. Amelia decided to give up and spoke defiantly, "I chose not to speak because I expected you to handle it. If you won't let me leave, then you need to solve all my problems."
Her righteous tone amused Oliver, who looked down and noticed her reddened wrist. Just as he was about to let go, Lucas appeared in the dining room, having been informed by the woman earlier.
Lucas immediately looked for Amelia and saw the two of them in a seemingly intimate moment.
Feeling uncomfortable, Lucas strode forward and pulled Amelia into his arms.
Oliver, unfazed, spoke nonchalantly, "Lucas, why are you here? Interrupting my meal with my girlfriend is quite rude. Is that what our elder brother taught you?"
Lucas intended to take Amelia away, but he was no match for Oliver.
Every word was a dagger to the heart. Girlfriend? Lucas remembered Amelia admitting she was once with Oliver, but he still wanted to fight for her.
"Uncle, Amelia has nothing to do with you anymore. She's my girlfriend now."
"Oh? Is that so? Why don't we ask Amelia who her boyfriend is?"
Faced with another choice, Amelia couldn't direct her anger at Lucas. Against Oliver, the old fox, Lucas stood no chance.
Lucas looked at Amelia with a mix of hope and uncertainty, not daring to gamble.
Amelia's silence was her answer.
Oliver, like a victor, took Amelia away, leaving Lucas standing there, heartbroken.
Back at the villa, Oliver locked her up again, his anger reignited by Lucas's appearance.
Amelia didn't want to drag Lucas into her troubles, so she tried to appease Oliver.
That evening, Amelia prepared a late-night snack, arranging it in a heart shape. Oliver hadn't eaten much at the restaurant earlier.
She carried the steaming snack to Oliver's study, knocking softly before entering.
"You didn't eat much this afternoon, so I made you a snack. Please have some."
Oliver saw her sincere smile and the snack she placed in front of him, looking as delightful as its maker.
His anger dissipated, and he picked up the chopsticks to eat. Halfway through, Amelia seized the moment and spoke cautiously, "Lucas didn't mean to provoke you today. Please don't make things difficult for him."
As expected, her sudden kindness had ulterior motives.
Oliver threw down the bowl and chopsticks, scooped Amelia up, and headed to the bathroom.
Amelia, anticipating his actions, felt relieved, knowing her period would protect her from his advances.
This unpredictable madman required careful handling in the future.
In the bathroom, Oliver pinned Amelia against the cold tiles, showing no tenderness.
He leaned down, planting aggressive kisses all over her.
Amelia couldn't help but moan softly. Oliver was a skilled kisser, his tongue exploring her mouth, igniting a spark of desire.
Amelia slowly knelt, her angelic face level with Oliver's groin. Her red lips hovered over his erection. She shyly extended her hand, her slender fingers gently wrapping around his hot, rigid member.
Her pale, delicate fingers began to stroke him lightly, her eyes filled with seductive charm as she looked up at Oliver.
The purple-red tip of his penis oozed pre-cum, the veins on his shaft visible, exuding a potent, intoxicating scent.
Amelia's tongue flicked out, licking the tip, cleaning the pre-cum like applying lubricant, then swirling around his shaft.
She circled the head a few times before her tongue slid down, her plump lips kissing his length.
Her tongue moved like a snake over his balls, the soft tip gliding over the wrinkled skin, making Oliver shiver with excitement. After wetting his balls with her saliva, she sucked on them, her hand stroking his shaft.
From above, Oliver watched as his erect member disappeared into Amelia's mouth, the pressure in her throat almost making him climax. Her tongue pressed against the tip, her teeth lightly grazing it.
Her oral skills were beyond compare.
...
Back in her room, Amelia looked at the marks on her body in the mirror, each one a reminder of Oliver's claim: "You can't escape. These marks won't wash away."
Feeling a headache, she quickly washed up and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, Amelia thought she heard faint, restrained moans. At first, she dismissed it as her imagination, but the sound persisted, coming from the next room.
She got up to investigate, knocking on Oliver's door. When there was no response, she entered.
Inside, she found Oliver curled up on the bed, his face contorted in pain, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Rushing to his side, she suspected acute appendicitis, remembering he hadn't eaten much.
With the household staff asleep, she called 911 herself and got Oliver to the hospital.
After a minor surgery, Amelia stayed by his side, wearing her pajamas, her face a mix of panic and concern. She couldn't deny her feelings for Oliver, but they were too heavy for her to bear.
Late into the night, Oliver lay on the hospital bed, still under anesthesia, unconscious.
Taking advantage of the situation, Amelia used Oliver's fingerprint to unlock his phone and called Butler Liu, then made her escape.
When Butler Liu arrived at the hospital, he found only Oliver, lying alone on the bed, with no sign of Amelia.
He thought, "This is bad. Miss Amelia has run away."
But his immediate priority was to care for Oliver, who looked pale and weak.
When Oliver fully regained consciousness, he guessed that Amelia had used his fainting as an opportunity to escape.
But he was always one step ahead. With Amelia's grandmother in his control, she would have to come back.
Meanwhile, Amelia, having left Oliver's hospital, ran to another hospital where her grandmother was staying.
Her greatest concern was that Oliver might use her grandmother to threaten her and cause harm.
Arriving at her grandmother's room, she found it empty. Amelia knew it was Oliver's doing.
Desperate, she asked her grandmother's attending doctor, only to be told that her grandmother had been transferred to another hospital by Oliver.
Furious, Amelia returned, determined to confront Oliver.
Oliver, now awake and disliking the strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital, instructed, "Butler, bring me the document from my study."
Amelia stormed in, her face full of anger, demanding, "Where is my grandmother?! Where have you hidden her?! You're despicable!"
Oliver calmly handed her the "sponsorship" agreement.
"Your grandmother is being treated by the best specialists in the U.S. Don't worry about the cost. I only have one condition."
It was clear the condition was the agreement in front of her.
Weighing her options, Amelia, despite her resentment, had no choice but to comply for her grandmother's sake.
With a heavy heart, she signed the agreement. Oliver, seeing her signature, smiled with satisfaction.
As a reward for her compliance, Oliver returned her phone.
"Don't try anything funny. Remember, your grandmother is still in my hands."
With those words, Amelia knew she couldn't think of escaping again.