Chapter 137 William Vulnerable, Thinking of Amelia
When they were leaving, Moonlight Bar was completely packed with people outside.
Countless people wanted to come over and take photos.
Amelia and her group were getting pushed around in the crowd.
On the other side, William had already come out of the private room.
The two of them were separated by a crowd of people.
"Why are there so many people!" Jeffrey shouted, about to call his own people to come over.
But just then, a team of bodyguards rushed over and separated Amelia's group from the reporters and onlookers outside.
Jeffrey was still wondering - he hadn't even made the call yet and bodyguards showed up?
At that moment, the head bodyguard came to Amelia's side.
"Ms. Martinez, Mr. Adams, Mr. Jenkins sent us to escort you home," the team leader said, then bowed slightly to Mia and the others nearby. "You all as well."
"Which Mr. Jenkins?" Jeffrey asked.
"York," the head bodyguard replied. "Mr. Jenkins said that as a partner of the Adams Group, since he happened to run into this situation, he'd lend a hand."
Jeffrey understood and nodded. "Please thank Mr. Jenkins for me."
He looked at Amelia. "Let's go."
The team leader also smiled at Amelia.
Amelia withdrew her gaze and said nothing, following Jeffrey toward the car the bodyguards had prepared.
However, just as she was about to get in the car, a loud shout came from the crowd.
"Amelia!" It was Harold's voice.
Amelia looked over and saw that Harold's face looked terrible.
And William, standing beside him, looked even worse.
Those eyes were fixed on her, as if waiting for her to speak.
Amelia lowered her eyes slightly. She withdrew her gaze, turned around, and got in the car.
Between her and William, there was nothing left to say.
If they met again after this, it would probably only be when she went to the Brown Group with the divorce agreement to get her things back.
The car door closed and the car started.
William's gaze was shut out by the car door.
The reporters from before, seeing they couldn't catch up with Amelia's group, all surrounded William instead.
"Mr. Brown, is there a problem between you and Amelia?"
"Everyone online is saying you're both doing your own thing. Mr. Brown, is that true?"
"Mr. Brown, what's really going on with your marriage to Amelia?"
"Mr. Brown..."
Harold was already calling people on the phone. Countless microphones were thrust in front of William.
But William just kept looking in the direction where Amelia's car had left.
"Hurry up, I'm getting crushed here!" Harold yelled into the phone.
"William, let's go back inside first... William!"
Harold wanted to take William back inside Moonlight Bar to wait, but William suddenly stumbled and almost fell.
Harold steadied William, but suddenly realized William's body was burning hot.
"William, you have a fever!" Harold discovered this as soon as he touched William's forehead.
But William just watched as the car carrying Amelia turned the corner and completely disappeared from view.
...
In the car carrying Amelia.
The car was prepared with many things - hangover medicine, various snacks, and even spare clothes in case someone got sick - very thoughtful.
The group sat in the back seat. Mia munched on snacks and said, "Jeffrey, your business partner is pretty good - knowing we were blocked and sending cars and people over, and the car is so well-prepared too."
Jeffrey also found it strange. Was his relationship with York really that good?
"Not sure. York is very mysterious. He wasn't even in the country before, only came back these past two years," Jeffrey said. "Maybe he really values the follow-up development of The Sound of Heaven this time."
Amelia said nothing.
She had already rejected York, but this time the Jenkins Group provided help as a business partner, not saying it was for her personally, which was very natural. She had no way to refuse.
Work is work, personal is personal - the two must be kept separate.
As they chatted, the car drove steadily. Mia was scrolling through her phone when she saw news about William being sick and hospitalized.
After thinking about it, Mia still showed it to Amelia. After all, Amelia would see it online when she got home anyway.
"He deserves it," Jeffrey said.
Amelia didn't comment, just acknowledged that she knew.
That was all.
Nothing more.
...
When William groggily woke up, it was still late at night. Everything before his eyes was blurry.
Someone seemed to be wiping his arm beside him.
A blurry figure - a woman.
He grabbed her hand.
"Amelia," he said in a hoarse voice.
"Mr. Brown, you've mistaken me for someone else," the caregiver pulled his hand away and said. "I'm not Mrs. Brown."
Only then did his vision gradually clear, and he could see the caregiver in front of him.
William turned his head away with a headache, seeing the pale ceiling of the hospital room and the IV drip beside him.
"William!" Felicity's voice came. "Amelia is really too much!"
"She went off to have fun herself and made her own husband so angry he ended up in the hospital, and she won't even come visit!"
"Harold was the one who brought you here just now. Your phone has been sitting there the whole time. I just looked at the screen - she hasn't called even once!"
William felt very tired. He had no energy to argue with Felicity. He just reached for his phone.
Unlocking the screen, many messages popped up.
Concerned messages from Finn and Cleo, greetings from various business partners he knew, and concerned messages from Isabella. But scrolling to the very bottom, there was no message from Amelia.
Perhaps because he was sick, he now felt surprisingly vulnerable.
"This is outrageous, I..." Felicity kept chattering on the side.
William just felt his head hurt.
He put the phone aside and closed his eyes again.
He remembered a long, long time ago, there was once when he was too tired and got sick - just a low fever - but Amelia was busy taking care of him, staying by his bedside all night.
He still remembered that when he woke up in bed the next morning, he saw her lying by his bedside.
She woke up when she heard movement and looked at him with eyes full of concern.
"William, you're finally awake," she had said worriedly then, leaning over to touch his forehead with hers.
After confirming the fever had broken, she said with red eyes, "Thank goodness, the fever's gone. William, I was so worried about you."
But now...
The one staying by his side was a caregiver.
A huge sense of loss swept over him.
It almost made him unable to breathe.
Felicity was still talking beside him. William found it annoying.
"Enough," William's voice was hoarse from being sick. "Felicity, go home and rest. I'm fine, just too tired. I'll be better tomorrow."
Felicity wanted to say something, but seeing William like this, she finally swallowed her words.
"Okay, William. I'll come see you tomorrow," Felicity said, then gave the caregiver a few instructions before leaving.
The hospital room quieted down.
William breathed a sigh of relief. But after it became quiet, his mind uncontrollably recalled many, many things from the past.
Things with Amelia - so many things.
Their childhood meeting, the moment he fell in love with her, the countless days and nights of companionship afterward, up to today when she closed the car door without looking at him again.
Perhaps when people are vulnerable, they tend to overthink.
That's what William thought.