Chapter 72 He Emotionally Kisses, She Refuses and Cries, Breaking His Heart
A burning pain struck William's face, igniting anger and humiliation in his heart.
In his 28 years of life, no one had ever dared to humiliate him like this!
Rage surged through him as William turned around angrily.
He was about to say something, but then he saw Amelia's tear-filled eyes.
She stood right in front of him, looking thin and fragile in the moonlight. Her face was pale, but her eyes were red from crying.
Her tears...
They seemed endless, falling silently down her cheeks. Without a single word, they broke his heart.
He remembered the day Amelia lost their child at Seraphim.
That day, she had cried just as sadly.
Back then, she had curled up in his arms, sobbing softly. Now she made no sound at all, yet it broke his heart just the same.
His chest ached with a dull pain. He couldn't bear to see her cry like this anymore.
William reached out to wipe the tears from Amelia's face, but she pushed his hand away.
"William." Amelia's hand trembled slightly from the force she used.
She looked at him.
"I'm not that pathetic!"
Tears kept falling uncontrollably. Amelia clenched her fists, refusing to appear weak in this moment.
"You said Isabella had less than six months to live, that you needed to take care of her. Fine."
"You said you wanted to divorce me to fulfill her dying wish. I went with you to the marriage registry office."
"I don't care about what's between you and her."
"But how could you insult me like this, insult my child!"
Amelia spoke softly, her voice especially clear in the quiet moonlight.
"William, we're not the only people in this world with flesh and blood. Your pain and Isabella's aren't the only pain that counts as pain."
"I admit I loved the wrong person. In matters of the heart, I can accept defeat and leave. But how could you... bully me and my child like this."
Amelia's lips trembled slightly, and when she reached the last sentence, she couldn't help but choke up.
Her fingernails dug into her palms.
She pressed her lips together tightly, trying to appear stronger. This was her dignity.
"Amelia."
William's brows furrowed deeply. Her words hit his heart like heavy stones, causing sharp pain.
"About Isabella..."
He wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't get the words out.
The moonlight was like water, making the earth look pure white and cold.
"Six months." After a long silence, he finally said, "She only has six months left."
Amelia suddenly laughed bitterly.
She raised her head, moving her gaze from his face to look at the dark sky.
Why did things turn out this way?
Why did she have to feel this miserable?
Amelia reached up and wiped the tears from her face.
Not wanting to say more, she turned to leave.
But he grabbed her hand once again.
"Amelia." He called her name stubbornly.
She didn't even want to tell him to let go. She just tried hard to break free from his grip.
But his hand held on even tighter.
In the moonlight, his eyes were red as he stubbornly held her hand, refusing to let go.
Amelia struggled hard. She didn't want to stay here anymore.
But as the wind blew across the lake, Amelia's head spun with dizziness again.
That drink...
She had accompanied William to all kinds of events over the years. One or two sips were enough for her to know roughly how strong a drink was.
She knew her alcohol tolerance. Logically speaking, today's single glass shouldn't have been too much for her.
Because she used to go abroad for negotiations, she was alert to things like being drugged. This drink shouldn't have had anything like that in it, and besides, Felicity had no reason to do such a thing.
So...
Through the dizziness, she looked at her thin wrist being held by William.
Ever since she fell down the stairs and miscarried last time, her health hadn't been good.
Plus she'd been drinking and then got hit by the wind.
Another wave of drunkenness hit her, and she could barely stand.
She couldn't stay here any longer.
She reached out to push William, trying to make him let go.
But she didn't realize she was already swaying unsteadily.
"Amelia?" William frowned deeply.
She didn't respond to him.
He reached out and picked her up in his arms.
Amelia felt her feet leave the ground. She tried to push him away, but her arms were too weak to succeed.
"You've been drinking." His voice rumbled in his chest, sounding muffled.
"Put me down." Amelia said.
But William ignored her. He just took the high heels from her hand and carried her toward the villa.
Along the path of several dozen feet, Amelia felt everything swaying. When she looked up, she saw moonlight filtering through the dense trees.
The moonlight fell on him, making her unable to tell the difference between now and years ago for a moment.
She really was a bit drunk.
Walking all the way to the villa, he pressed his fingerprint to open the door. In the entryway, he set her down.
Watching her lean against the wall to steady herself, he reached out to close the door.
She was still crying. Watching her, his heart ached.
When he had picked her up just now, he felt she was much lighter than before.
Not just a little—a lot.
She had always been thin, but now she was even smaller.
"You're a bit drunk. Were you planning to go back like this?" William said.
It would be dangerous on the road.
"It's none of your business." Her voice carried a nasal tone.
William felt helpless.
"It's hard to get a cab around here. How were you planning to get back—walk?" He patiently explained the situation to her.
Although this was prime real estate, the entire area around the Brown Villa had security measures.
After all, the Brown family didn't want people constantly peeking around or turning the place into a tourist attraction.
Safety concerns also needed to be considered.
Usually they had Ezra drive them in and out, so this wasn't a concern.
But Amelia clearly wanted to leave on her own now.
Seeing Amelia press her lips together stubbornly without speaking, he continued:
"I saw your car on the way here. Were you really planning to drink and drive? Amelia, you can barely walk straight right now."
Amelia still didn't respond, just kept crying.
"Stop crying."
He said, under the dim light of the entryway, her crying was breaking his heart.
But she just turned her head away.
He let out a long sigh, bent down, cupped her face, and reached out to wipe her tears.
At such close distance, he could see every tear on her eyelashes clearly.
Then, he kissed her.
He moved across her lips, tasting her tears.
Her fists hit his body weakly, having no effect in stopping him at all.
William used force with his hands, lifting Amelia up and carrying her to the bedroom on the first floor.
She smelled of white wine. Before she could say anything, he kissed her again.
He didn't want to hear her speak.
The temperature in the room rose quickly. He pressed her down, his other hand wandering over her body.
He loved her body. During all those days and nights in the past, he always loved coaxing her to bed, being intimate with her.
He loved watching her tremble gently in his arms, loved the way her eyes were full of only him.
But she really had lost a lot of weight.
Her waist, already slender before, was now so small he could encircle it with one hand. And also...
"Amelia..."
He called her name and kissed her.
"Amelia."
He kissed her again.
Their breaths intertwined.