Chapter 195 He Willingly Becomes the Subordinate
York looked at Amelia, and in that moment, it seemed like they only had eyes for each other.
The breeze stirred her hair, and the warmth from his palm reached her.
It brought a strange feeling.
York suddenly smiled.
A beautiful smile, his eyes full of joy.
He didn't stand up, but his eyes were filled with affection.
He could tell.
For the first time in all these days, he saw something in her eyes—a flutter of the heart.
Not gratitude, not compatibility, not friendship.
But attraction.
Attraction toward him.
Though it was just a brief moment, it was enough to make him happy.
If loving someone means being humble as dust, then he was willing to be the one in the lower position.
Amelia saw York's smile.
For the first time in all these days, she saw him smile so beautifully.
It wasn't his usual gentle and refined manner—his eyes were filled with deep affection.
Not faint, but very intense. This was the first time in all these days she saw aggression and possessiveness in his eyes.
It made her feel... inexplicably shy.
Not daring to meet his gaze anymore, she turned her head away, avoiding his eyes.
York had already stood up, standing beside her.
He was tall, and standing next to her petite frame, just one embrace would be enough to completely envelop her.
He just looked down at her like that.
Watching the wind blow through her hair, watching her long lashes when she lowered her eyes.
He suddenly had an urge to pull her into his arms.
But he held back.
In the end, he just said, "The temperature's nice tonight, and the breeze feels cool. Should we walk a bit more?"
Amelia nodded.
Then she saw his large palm spread open before her eyes.
The lines on his palm, dense and intricate.
Her lips parted slightly, she hesitated for a moment, then lifted her hand and placed it in his palm.
He held her hand tight, his eyes full of smiles.
She kept her head down, not daring to look at his face.
The two walked hand in hand for quite a while, then they passed by a food stall.
The stall was run by a couple, bustling about busily. In a small cart beside them was a mosquito net, with a child sleeping inside.
The couple was busy and energetic, while the child slept peacefully.
Amelia looked for a moment, and York said, "Want to get something to eat?"
"Sure." Amelia said. She'd had a lot to drink tonight, and after walking for a while, she was actually feeling a bit hungry.
So they bought two portions and sat together on a stone block, eating.
Amelia couldn't help but laugh watching York like this.
York was eating with gusto when he turned to look at her.
Both eyes full of confusion, clearly asking—what's wrong?
Amelia looked at York.
Wearing a watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on his wrist, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, even his cufflinks made of expensive gemstones, refined from head to toe, now squatting on a stone block with her eating street food.
"Nothing," she said with a smile. "I just suddenly feel like you're more down-to-earth."
No longer the unreachable CEO from her previous impression, but an ordinary person squatting beside her eating food.
It felt like the distance between them had closed quite a bit.
York swallowed the cold noodles in his mouth. "When I was drifting at sea, sometimes when food wasn't enough, I'd eat anything."
He said, "Everything on the ship was stuff that keeps well, so whenever we docked, we'd always go ashore to eat good food."
"Every street snack felt delicious to me."
As he spoke, he took out a tissue and wiped the sauce from the corner of her lips.
"But I think the best food is still the various dishes from our own country."
As if remembering something, his expression froze slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"What's wrong?" Amelia took the tissue from his hand to wipe herself, asking curiously.
"Just remembered the cooking of two certain people..." York said.
Otis and Xyla's cooking skills were really not great.
Amelia understood what he meant and nodded.
When she went to the Jenkins Villa last time, she'd witnessed Otis's cooking. Otis had insisted on showing off his skills, saying he'd learned a specialty dish, but what he made in the end was hard to describe.
The two ate while chatting about other things. The evening breeze blew gently, and they looked very harmonious.
Nearby, the couple had finally finished making their snacks and went to check on their child, speaking softly to each other.
No one noticed the black Rolls-Royce parked not far away.
Alvin looked at the photos he'd just taken, feeling helpless.
Originally, he'd planned to wait until Amelia brought Briar back before coming to claim credit.
He'd launched that poll today, which was a tool that could amplify public opinion and also expanded publicity for the Blue series.
But when he was staking out at the orphanage, he caught York tying her shoelaces, and now the two of them eating together.
"They really look like they're into each other..." Alvin sighed helplessly.
"I thought I came back fast enough, but York beat me to it!"
Alvin flipped through the photos one by one, then looked at the two who had finished eating and were now throwing away their trash.
"I can't be the only one feeling frustrated." Alvin said, then directly found a certain contact in his list and sent these photos.
...
On the other side.
William had already returned to his apartment.
He lay alone on the sofa, looking at the pale ceiling.
For the past few days, he'd been thinking about the same question.
The one from that day, when he asked Skylar, and she gave him her perspective.
If he could only make her sad, then should he let go.
His phone vibrated twice.
William picked up his phone and saw a message from Alvin.
Alvin: Can't be the only one seeing this, sending it for you to see.
Then several pictures.
Photos of Amelia and York together.
In the photos, she was smiling happily.
His finger gently traced her smiling face in the photo, his heart aching.
He still couldn't do it.
She could only belong to him. He didn't want to see her smile like that beside someone else.
He couldn't bear it.
...
On the other side.
York had already sent Amelia home.
This time, he walked her upstairs.
To prevent another surprise attack from William like before.
As he watched her about to enter her home, he suddenly spoke, "Amelia."
Amelia turned around. "What is it?"
"I'd like to move up the time for our third meeting, if that's okay?" he asked with a smile.
Amelia nodded. "Whatever you decide is fine."
"Good," he said. "I'll send you the time and place."
"Okay." Amelia nodded in agreement.
"Then." York reached out his hand, paused for a moment, but still touched her cheek. "Good night."
Amelia looked into his deep eyes. "Good night."
Amelia went home, and York went downstairs. Then he saw William standing not far away.