Chapter 135 Already Divorced, Still Meddling in Ex-Wife's Affairs
Amelia was having a great time dancing.
She was busy most of the time.
For the past 7 years, she had been revolving around William.
Either dealing with the Brown Group and the Martinez family matters, or traveling for business, or going to the Brown Villa to look after the elderly. Whatever little free time she had, she used to carefully decorate their home and learn some skills.
She rarely went out to have fun with Mia like they did when they were kids.
She hardly ever came to Moonlight Bar anymore.
Now that she was here for once, it felt pretty good.
But she wasn't really into this noisy atmosphere - once in a while was fine, no need to come often.
Just as she was thinking about this, someone suddenly grabbed her arm.
Amelia frowned and looked...
William?
William's lips were pressed tightly together, his face full of anger.
Amelia immediately struggled, but William forcibly dragged her out of the dance floor.
Jeffrey had gone to get drinks and wasn't nearby at the moment.
William forcibly pulled Amelia into a corridor nearby.
"What are you doing, William, let me go!" Amelia shook her hand hard and finally broke free from William.
The lighting in Moonlight Bar was dim, and William's face was dark.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Amelia didn't want to deal with him and turned to leave.
The next moment, William grabbed her wrist again, and Amelia shook it off.
"What I do here is none of your business," Amelia frowned, keeping some distance from William, and said, "Don't put your hands on me."
"None of my business?" William repeated Amelia's words, almost laughing from anger. "Amelia, don't forget your identity!"
"What identity?" Amelia asked coldly with a sneer. "Your ex-wife?"
"You!" William's face grew even darker.
"Almost forgot," Amelia said with a smile. "So how about it? Have you registered your marriage with Isabella yet? If you have, I should say 'congratulations on your wedding.'"
William was too angry to speak.
People were coming and going around them, bumping into them as they passed by.
Under the dim lights, the smile on her face was particularly glaring.
After a long while, he finally said: "Haven't seen you for a while, and you've gotten quite sharp-tongued."
Amelia smiled: "That's because you never really knew me."
Her personality, her inner self - he never seemed to truly understand.
He seemed to have only ever wanted to possess her one-sidedly.
She used to love him and was willing to spend her whole life getting to know him better.
But now, she had taken back her love.
So who he was no longer mattered.
Seeing William speechless from being shut down, Amelia felt a bit disappointed.
Not wanting to deal with him, Amelia saw Jeffrey over there holding two bottles of beer looking for someone. She waved her hand and walked toward him.
Seeing that Amelia was about to go back to dancing, and that Jeffrey was there too, William got even angrier.
Without thinking, he grabbed Amelia's wrist hard again and forcibly dragged her upstairs toward the private room Harold had booked.
He couldn't stand watching her jumping around in the dance floor with so many people, and he especially couldn't stand seeing her so happy with Jeffrey!
His heart felt like it was burning with fire, making him extremely irritable.
"William, let me go, do you hear me!" Amelia pounded on William, but his large hand was like a clamp that couldn't be broken free from.
"You're hurting me." Amelia grabbed the railing beside her, bent down and bit hard on the back of his hand, but William still didn't let go.
He just looked down at her, his eyes dark and gloomy.
"Amelia!" Jeffrey spotted them and rushed over.
William saw Jeffrey. He directly lifted Amelia up and carried her upstairs.
All the way through, Amelia pounded hard on his back.
It wasn't until he heard some arguing that William finally stopped.
Amelia was furious.
Taking advantage of this gap, she kicked and hit William hard.
William winced in pain and finally let go.
Amelia took the chance to get down.
William frowned and tried to reach out again, but the next moment—
Amelia slapped William hard across the face.
Her whole body was trembling slightly, her lips pressed tight, her fingertips shaking.
She hated this feeling.
Hated being at a physical disadvantage, hated him ignoring her wishes and forcibly using his strength to restrain her. It made her so angry!
"William!"
"Amelia!"
Two voices called out.
Mia and Harold snapped back to reality and quickly rushed to their side.
William's left cheek had already swollen up quickly. He looked at her with his lips pressed tight, danger in his eyes.
"William, I'm warning you, if you dare put your hands on me again, I'll call the police!" Amelia said coldly.
Her voice was full of determination, leaving no room for compromise.
The commotion here attracted Soren and others from the private room.
Soren came out with those young guys they had been dancing with earlier.
"What's going on?" They were still confused, looking at this person and then that person.
William's eyes swept darkly over those men.
"Who are they?" William forced these words through his teeth.
"Can't you tell? Hot guys we're hanging out with." Mia spoke up directly, not giving William any face.
William's face darkened, and he was about to say something.
Over there, Jeffrey, carrying two bottles of beer, rushed over.
Unable to hold back his anger, he kicked William.
"Jeffrey!" Harold was upset and was about to rush over.
Dash had just come back from the bathroom and seeing the situation, immediately rushed up to pull people apart.
The scene was chaotic.
Until—
A loud crash rang out, and everyone stopped.
Everyone looked toward the sound.
It was Amelia who had taken the beer from Jeffrey's hand and smashed it hard on the ground.
Beer foam was all over the floor.
"Enough," she said, then turned to look at Mia, saying gently, "Mia, let's go back to the private room."
With that, she held Mia's hand and was about to walk into the room.
Harold was about to say something when Mia directly mocked: "This is ridiculous. Already divorced and still trying to control his ex-wife. This is the first time I've seen someone so shameless!"
"You!"
"Me what? If you can't handle it, someone shouldn't have been messing around in the first place!"
Mia was good at shutting people down: "William is the one in the wrong here. Don't act like you're the victim - it's disgusting."
Soren had already called those young guys into the private room. Jeffrey tipped the cleaning staff to come clean up, then along with Dash, they protected Mia and Amelia as they walked into the room.
Right in front of William, they slammed the door shut.
Harold went to pull the door, but couldn't open it.
William's face was dark. His fists were clenched tight, and on the back of his right hand was the wound from when Amelia had bitten him earlier. Now, under the dim lights, it was slowly oozing dark red blood.