Chapter 211 Goodnight Kiss, William Like a Clown
Right at that moment.
"Amelia!"
Just then, William, who had gone with his assistant to get the contract, arrived.
Without any hesitation, he jumped straight into the ice pool.
William pulled her out of the ice pool.
Her blood kept flowing continuously, mixing with the water in the ice pool, spreading out in a large patch as it ran down William's body while he held her.
It looked horrifying.
Emerald Haven, in the room.
"This is what happened after you left that day." Alvin told William.
He had already drunk several glasses of wine, and his eyes now carried a hint of drunkenness.
Alvin looked up at William sitting across from him, whose eyes were already red and swollen.
He laughed at himself mockingly.
"Actually, it's a very simple story." Alvin said, frowning tightly. Sunlight streamed through the bedroom's huge floor-to-ceiling window, and his eyes rarely reflected a hint of red.
"It's just that she trusted you, she loved you, and she bet her life for you."
"Do you remember?" Alvin looked at William with red eyes, the breeze gently blowing his hair. He said, "That day after you carried her ashore, she still asked me to remember that contract."
"She really loved you."
A crashing sound came, and the next moment, William, who had been lying on the bed, had grabbed Alvin by the collar and slammed him hard against the white wall.
The wine bottle and glasses on the table were knocked over, crashing to the floor. Red wine spilled out, staining a large patch of the floor red.
For a moment, it seemed like Amelia's endless flowing blood that day.
Her smiling face, her crying in agony—all replayed in both their minds.
William's heart ached so much his eyes turned red.
But Alvin laughed mockingly.
He said: "She really inherited, or rather, got from her father that psychological manipulation skill. Insight, surprise attacks, plus being ruthless enough with herself."
"You should have figured it out by now." Alvin said, "Everything was calculated by her. Except for the unexpected fact that she was pregnant then, from the very beginning, she had already decided to risk her health."
"She knew I would break the contract, so she deliberately started the bet before I could. Although she let me specify what to bet, she controlled the initiative to some extent."
"Then, she also knew that even if she won the bet, I would go back on my word. So she deliberately provoked me, deliberately offended me, making me emotionally shaken with no time to think about anything else."
"Next, we were betting our lives, but the moment she agreed, she had already noticed the pool nearby. Compared to being shot dead by me, jumping into the pool gave her a better chance of survival."
Both of them were involved in that incident, so what Alvin was saying now, William could understand.
Step by step, from the moment Alvin started to scare her, the entire plan had already formed in Amelia's mind.
The moment she spoke, she had already decided to sacrifice her health.
"It's just that at that time, neither you nor she knew that she was carrying your child in her belly."
"Enough!"
William roared and punched Alvin in the face.
Alvin wasn't backing down either and punched William back in the face.
The two of them traded punches like this.
Until people who heard the commotion came and separated them.
"You still have the nerve to hit me." Alvin spat out the blood in his mouth and said, "Back then, she was really willing to risk her life for you, really gambling everything. No matter how many plans she had, at that moment, my gun was loaded and pointed at her forehead."
"And now you're treating her like this for a mistress!"
"You've really let down her true feelings!"
William's face twisted, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just closed his eyes in pain.
"She's already with York." William said, his voice full of sadness.
"She doesn't want me anymore."
"Serves you right." Alvin rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
Leaving William watching the servants come to clean up the shattered pieces and red wine everywhere.
The red liquid was like blood, stinging his eyes.
...
That afternoon, William had already appeared at the Brown Group.
The swelling on his face had gone down. He told everyone he had just been sick and resting, and was now basically fully recovered.
Dispelling all the rumors.
But when reporters cornered him asking for his opinion on Amelia's previous public statement, he refused to answer.
Time flew by quickly.
Isabella was still active, recently preparing to continue with her first floral arrangement livestream.
She deliberately scheduled it on the same date as Amelia's second product launch, aiming for direct competition.
However, Isabella wasn't satisfied at all with the venue Harold's side provided.
She wanted to start with a bang, so the venue had to be chosen well.
Thinking about it, a calculating look flashed in her eyes.
On the other side.
Amelia had been focused on preparing for the second product launch.
This time it was yellow gemstones, so the series was named "Golden."
These past few days, Amelia had been spending more time busy with Briar's matters.
York was also helping, and their relationship had grown closer.
This day, after they sent Briar back, the two of them went for a walk together again.
This was already countless times they had walked on this road over these many days.
The two held hands, their shadows stretching long.
They walked and chatted, and unconsciously brought up the second product launch.
They talked about many things, and finally, York walked Amelia home.
"The second product launch is about to start. Isabella won't give up easily. Be more careful lately." York walked Amelia to the door and said with concern.
Amelia nodded.
As she was about to walk through the door, York said with a smile: "Amelia, wait."
"What's wrong?" Amelia looked up in confusion.
The next moment, he dominantly held her waist, cupped her face with his other hand, and kissed her lips.
"Goodnight kiss." He said.
Amelia's face turned a bit red, and she made a fist and lightly punched him.
"So, goodnight." He said.
"Goodnight." Amelia said, then walked into her home.
York smiled softly watching the door close in front of him. Her shy look really made him happy.
Separated by a door, Amelia leaned against it. She touched her lips, her face turning even redder.
Neither of them noticed that in a building across from this one, in a room with the lights off, there was someone standing there, looking over from afar.
William watched them kissing, then looked away.
His fists were trembling as he clenched them. He withdrew his gaze and walked back to the inner room.
In a drawer on the side was the wedding ring she had returned.
His phone kept alerting him to new messages in the darkness.
William picked up his phone and looked at it, frowning slightly. Finally, he replied with a message—"Okay, I'll go to Harmony City in a couple of days."
The day of the Jenkins Group's second product launch, early morning.
William took a plane to Harmony City.
Isabella saw him off.
"Heaven is helping me." Isabella's eyes were full of calculating smiles.