Chapter 70 Accompanying Michael to Climb Through the Window Late at Night
Amelia and Kevin got back to the Martinez house after dinner, and it was already ten at night.
Shadow was curled up in her bed, but as soon as she heard the door, she opened her eyes wide.
She had been lazy, but now she sprang up to Amelia, letting out a meow.
Shadow had a habit of having her head rubbed every time Amelia came home. She would close her eyes in bliss and stick out her little tongue to lick Amelia's palm.
But tonight, Amelia's right hand was bandaged.
Shadow hesitated to touch her, afraid of causing her pain.
Her emerald-green eyes were filled with sorrow, heartbroken that Amelia had been hurt by some despicable human.
"It's just a scratch, doesn't hurt," Amelia said casually, using her left hand to stroke Shadow's fur in comfort.
The next moment, her phone chimed with a message.
[Are you home?]
It was Michael, perfectly timed.
[Yes, just got to my room.] Amelia thought for a moment before adding, [I called this morning and said I wanted a kiss as a reward for being good. Yet, I didn't even get to hold your hand today.]
They had been with the Williams family all afternoon, and then she came straight home with Kevin.
Forget about getting close to Michael, she barely had a chance to talk to him.
[The moon is beautiful tonight.]
Michael suddenly sent this message.
Amelia instinctively replied, [What?]
[I mean, I miss you.]
[I'm outside your house. Can we meet?]
Michael was always composed and restrained in front of her.
Amelia had no idea how long he had been outside the Martinez house.
Despite how much he wanted to see her, he still asked if it was convenient for her instead of demanding she come out.
To the outside world, Michael was always imposing and unapproachable. But with her, he always put her feelings first.
[Kevin is in the living room. I'd have to explain if I went out.]
In the car, Michael's eyes dimmed slightly as he read her message.
She couldn't come out.
Then, another message popped up: [But you can drive to the back of the house.]
[I live on the first floor. You can come in through the window. I'll be waiting.]
Michael paused as he read the message.
"How about it, Mr. Johnson? Is Miss Martinez home?" Eric, the driver, rubbed his aching shoulders. "We've been waiting for an hour."
"She's home," Michael replied.
"Will she come out to see you?" Eric asked eagerly.
"No, she's not coming out," Michael said, looking up. "I'm going in."
Eric could hardly believe it. As a high-level assistant to a CEO, he never imagined he'd be helping Michael sneak into someone's house at ten o'clock at night.
And Michael, the sole heir to the Johnson Group and a top figure in River City, was going to climb through a window to see Amelia.
It was unbelievable.
Eric sighed.
Amelia had suggested he climb through the window, and Michael was actually going to do it.
Eric thought it was extreme when Michael had set Amelia's candid profile picture as his phone wallpaper and stared at it all day. But this was on a whole new level.
Now, Michael seemed like he was sneaking in for a secret rendezvous.
Eric even worried that the Martinez Mansion's backyard might have alarms that would get them both caught.
But nothing happened.
As the car rounded to the back of the mansion, they could see Amelia waving from a window.
Eric followed Michael to the window and asked, "Mr. Johnson, should I wait outside, or...?"
Michael paused, but Amelia answered for him.
"Mr. Allen, you should go home and rest. Come back early in the morning to pick him up."
Was she implying Michael would stay the night?
Eric knew that even if Michael shared a bed with Amelia, he wouldn't do anything inappropriate.
It was just fascinating.
Eric had been by Michael's side for many years. Everyone envied Michael for his status, becoming an undisputed leader in River City at a young age.
But only Eric knew how lonely Michael had been.
When Michael was fifteen, his parents, Stefan and Kennedy, died in a car accident. Only Michael survived, protected by Kennedy, but he witnessed their gruesome deaths.
Michael had to face the vast business empire left by his parents alone, with the cunning Efrain in the family eyeing it covetously. The pressure was immense.
Moreover, Michael was born with a condition that harmed anyone who got too close to him, so he avoided people for years.
Outwardly, Michael seemed emotionless and intimidating. But in reality, he kept his distance to protect others.
Eric probably knew Michael better than anyone.
He knew that despite Michael's privileged background and looks, he was deeply lonely.
Michael blamed himself for his parents' deaths and kept all his pain hidden.
Eric even knew that Michael, at twenty-five, had resigned himself to a life of solitude.
Michael felt undeserving of family, friendship, and especially love.
But then Amelia appeared, like a light piercing his dark world.
Amelia was smart, brave, and kind. She could make Michael stand and walk with just two needles and detect poison in his pillow with a single sniff.
Amelia was also mysterious and low-key. Eric was stunned when a shaman named Francis from the Williams family knelt and showed her great respect.
Amelia was bold around Michael, unaffected by his aura, and always took the initiative to get close.
Michael had never met anyone like her.
It was as if they were meant for each other, drawn together by fate.
This soul-deep connection was beyond time, place, or circumstance. It felt right and natural.
Eric found it amazing.
As he reached the car, Eric glanced back.
Michael was already in the room.
Amelia was nestled in his arms, her slender arms around his waist, seemingly inhaling his scent.
Michael tightened his embrace, kissing her hair gently, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
The moonlight poured through the window.
Eric looked up. The moon really was beautiful tonight.