Chapter 181 William, We Are Done
People online were in a frenzy.
After all, the drama involving the Brown Group, William, Isabella, and Amelia had been making huge waves over the past few days. It was already drawing massive attention, and with the reporters fueling the hype, it exploded even further.
This pushed it straight to the top of the trending charts.
The Jenkins Villa.
Otis was thrilled when he saw this.
"Well done!" he said while topping up his account.
"Boost it, boost it, I'm gonna boost the hell out of this!"
Otis clicked away frantically, constantly driving more traffic to the reporter’s page.
Otis rolled around on the couch at home. Whiskers couldn’t bear to watch—he simply turned around and pointed his backside at him.
Meanwhile, the two reporters watched the traffic skyrocket, thrilled with the results. Countless advertisers were already contacting them, asking to place ads when they released more bombshells.
"Videos? Of course I have more. If I run out of videos, I've got other stuff to post," the reporter said with a happy laugh, then quickly started editing.
The reporter beside him stared at the soaring traffic statistics in amazement.
"I never knew you were this good," the other reporter said admiringly.
"You haven't seen the best of what I can do yet!" The reporter posting the videos started working on new edits.
At that moment, the online buzz was unprecedented, igniting endless discussions.
"I saw before that York had been chasing some mysterious woman like crazy. Never thought it would be Amelia! And the way York looks at her—he's so into her!"
"Amelia is incredibly lucky—her ex-husband is William, and now she's with York!"
...
Meanwhile, at the beach.
The two of them were already on their way back. Amelia went to the pool area next to the restaurant to wash the sand off her body.
York stood to the side, watching her, and handed her the nearby tissue box.
"Thank you," Amelia said, taking it to dry herself off.
"Here." He handed her her high heels.
Amelia nodded and took them. After putting them on, she felt a little embarrassed when she noticed his wet hair.
"It's fine." York clearly understood what she was thinking. He grabbed a towel nearby and ran it through his hair. "All good now."
Amelia smiled but said nothing, simply nodding in response.
"Okay," she said softly.
Then they walked back inside together.
"I think we need to head back soon," he said. "Videos of us here have already been posted online."
York showed Amelia the relevant page on his phone.
He carefully watched her expression.
"Does it bother you?" he asked.
Even though he had already asked this question before and received an answer that it didn’t.
Amelia just smiled.
"No," she answered.
It wasn't like she was cheating during marriage or getting involved in someone else's relationship.
She and York were both single. There was nothing to hide.
The moment she agreed to York's suggestion, she had already prepared herself for this.
Besides, they were just getting to know each other. They hadn't even made things official yet.
There was no reason a divorced woman couldn’t openly spend time with other men.
Thinking this, she looked up at York beside her and said sincerely, "Today, thank you. I had a really good time."
He smiled too, but unlike his usual smile, there was something more in his eyes now.
His gaze was especially tender.
"I'm glad you're happy," he said. He hoped she could always remain this happy by his side.
The two left together.
Other reporters had already tracked down their location, and a crowd was beginning to gather outside.
York was prepared—his bodyguards had already cleared a path outside. He protected Amelia as she got in the car, and they quickly left.
Night had fallen, and Amelia and York sat side by side in the back seat. She gazed at the city's nightscape through the car window, watching streams of traffic and people flow like rivers. She felt grounded, no longer caught in the hazy, floating sensation from earlier.
She rolled down the window and let the cool breeze brush against her face. It felt refreshing.
She didn't notice that the person beside her had been watching her the whole time.
...
The Bentley pulled up in front of the building where Amelia rented her apartment.
The car stopped. Amelia unbuckled her seatbelt.
She stepped out of the car.
"Well, that's it for today. Goodbye," Amelia said with a smile.
York nodded. "Goodbye."
Amelia turned to head upstairs while York stood by the car, watching her walk into the building.
Amelia entered the elevator and pressed her floor number, watching the red numbers climb as an inexplicable feeling stirred within her.
The elevator arrived.
Amelia stepped out.
She walked toward her apartment, but as she turned the corner, she froze at the sight of someone standing outside her door.
A man with bloodshot eyes stood there, staring straight at her.
It was William.
She didn't know how long he had been waiting there. He looked somewhat haggard.
The moment he spotted her, he strode toward her.
Amelia turned to leave, but he had already grabbed her shoulders.
"Amelia," he called her name.
He looked her up and down carefully, seeing her wearing the same blue dress from the reporter's video. His eyes filled with rage.
"You went out with York?" he demanded coldly.
Amelia pulled his hands off her shoulders.
"Yes," she replied.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" William continued questioning.
Amelia looked at William in front of her. In the dim hallway light, his features were still as striking as before.
"I don't understand what you mean," Amelia said calmly. "Why are you here, and why are you asking me these things?"
William suppressed his emotions and said, "Why did you go out with York? What did you two do?"
Amelia looked him up and down.
She didn't understand why he was here.
He had already fallen in love with another woman—what right did he have to come here and question her now?
Did he think that just because she had once loved him, she was supposed to remain faithful to him forever?
After he hurt her again and again, after she lost two children, was she supposed to stand there foolishly waiting, still hoping he would come back?
She refused to be that pathetic.
Thinking this, Amelia said, "William, we're divorced."
William wanted to say something, but Amelia cut him off, "We're over."
"You know that, don’t you?"
But William continued to stared at her, his eyes bloodshot.
"You just went out to eat, right?" He seemed unable to accept what she was saying and insisted, "It's just those people online talking nonsense, right?"
Amelia closed her eyes, not wanting to talk to him anymore. She tried to avoid him and open her door.
But he yanked her back and pinned her against the wall.
"Answer me!" he roared, unable to suppress his emotions, his eyes completely bloodshot.