Chapter 10 What Are You Doing?
Michael was taken aback.
Amelia seemed completely unfazed by his intimidating presence. If anything, she looked even more radiant.
He instinctively gripped the coin in his suit pocket—she had kissed him forcefully the first time they met, given him a coin, and said she would repay him the rest the next time they met.
He didn't expect to see her again so soon.
He was curious to see how this audacious Amelia planned to repay him this time.
As soon as Michael entered the venue, Amelia sensed his presence.
She looked up and, through the bustling crowd, her gaze landed on Michael in the corner.
Michael, seated in a wheelchair, had his right hand resting on the armrest, with Pax standing respectfully behind him.
Even sitting down, Michael's tall and imposing figure was evident, with his height estimated to be at least 6'5".
The custom-tailored black pinstripe suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His face was strikingly handsome, though his eyes were dark and brooding.
He exuded a menacing aura, his presence cold and formidable, making people instinctively wary.
Born with such a fierce presence, he was either destined for an early demise or greatness. Though his exact identity was still unknown, it was clear he held significant power.
Amelia tilted her head, her gaze falling on Michael's long legs wrapped in the black suit pants.
So, he was disabled.
When they first met, Michael was in a car, and she was too weak to notice.
Feeling Amelia's gaze, Michael's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes growing colder.
She was staring at his legs.
Just like everyone else, did she harbor prejudice because of his disability?
As Michael's brow furrowed, Amelia suddenly made her way through the crowd towards him.
The crowd's attention had been on Amelia, but as she moved, they noticed Michael sitting in the dimly lit corner.
Many faces showed expressions of fear.
Michael was at the party too!
The Johnson family held immense power in River City, unmatched by any other family. Michael, the sole heir, was a name everyone knew.
But what truly terrified people wasn't Michael's wealth, but his devilish aura.
His expressionless face and powerful presence clearly warned people to stay away.
There were rumors in River City that anyone, except for Eric, who got within three feet of Michael would be thrown out by his bodyguard Pax.
Once, a woman tried to approach Michael, hoping to marry him, but before she could get close, a gun was pointed at her, scaring her to tears.
Since then, no woman in River City dared approach Michael, some even avoiding him entirely.
Who would dare? Sure, being with Michael meant endless wealth, but was money worth risking your life?
The upper circles of River City whispered all kinds of rumors about Michael's accident. Some said it left him impotent, which is why he avoided women, to keep the truth hidden. Others claimed he was a psychopath who kept people away by day and tortured them in his basement by night.
Regardless of the stories, the consensus was clear: stay far away from Michael, or risk an unknown death.
But this new girl from the Martinez family, Amelia, seemed fearless.
Seeing her head straight for Michael, the crowd's eyes widened.
This was going to be interesting.
As Amelia approached, Pax instinctively moved to stop her, but Michael, eyes fixed on Amelia, raised his hand slightly, signaling Pax to step back.
"Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Amelia stopped in front of Michael's wheelchair, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
Michael, seeing Amelia's face clearly, was visibly surprised.
When they first met yesterday evening, Amelia was a mess, dirty and disheveled. He had even mistaken her for a beggar.
But now, she looked so poised and stunning, a stark contrast to her previous state, making her current appearance even more striking.
Michael said nothing, his aura cold and stern, his gaze sharp.
A timid girl would have been trembling by now, but Amelia seemed unfazed by Michael's intimidating presence, showing no fear.
Kelly, in the crowd, couldn't help but comment.
"Is Amelia crazy? First party and she goes straight for Mr. Johnson. She's got a death wish!"
"She's actually talking to Mr. Johnson? Pax is going to throw her out any second!"
But it was more than just talking.
When Michael didn't respond, Amelia bent down, her slender fingers poking at Michael's leg. "What happened to your leg?"
Amelia blinked, as if asking a simple question.
Everyone at the party, including Pax, was stunned.
Fuck, did Amelia have a death wish?
No one had ever dared treat Michael like this, let alone ask such a direct question.
Michael's disability was a taboo subject, and anyone who brought it up faced severe consequences.
Michael took a deep breath and coldly replied, "Car accident."
So it was an injury.
Amelia frowned slightly, then did something even more shocking—she placed her hand on Michael's thigh, gently rubbing it.
Michael's thigh was still muscular and firm, not weak or atrophied, indicating he maintained a regimen of exercise and rehabilitation despite being in a wheelchair.
His paralysis was likely due to nerve damage from the accident. If she had full access to her soul's power, she could probably heal him completely.
But in her current state, she could only restore some sensation. Amelia narrowed her eyes.
Her hand moved further up his thigh, nearing a more intimate area, when Michael suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Michael looked up, his voice husky, "What are you doing?"