Chapter 204 Kissing York in Front of William
It was William.
Seeing him, Amelia remembered how he had blocked her at her doorstep before, and her mood soured.
Hadn't he already decided to be with Isabella? Why was he still blocking her way all the time?
This time he'd even come to the York family's doorstep.
York helped Amelia down from the ferry, while William had already gotten out of his car and approached them.
Amelia didn't want to deal with him and tried to walk around him toward York's Bentley.
"You went out together again." William looked at Amelia with red eyes.
"Obviously," Amelia said.
William looked at Amelia, and suddenly noticed her eyes were a bit red—she must have just been crying.
His heart ached, and he wanted to see what was wrong.
But Amelia pushed his hand away, not wanting him to touch her.
"Did he bully you?" William asked worriedly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at York.
"No," Amelia took a step back, moving closer to York. She said, "William, we're already divorced. Don't touch me."
Watching her instinctive movement, her unhesitating closeness to York, and hearing her words, William felt hurt.
"Amelia, don't forget about your bet with Isabella," William said with red eyes. "The Martinez family things you want are still at the Brown Group."
Amelia's steps paused slightly. She looked up at William in front of her.
"I know," Amelia said. "If your eyes aren't blind, you should be able to see that I've been working very hard to win."
William pressed his lips together tightly, suppressing the intense pain in his heart, and pointed at York beside them.
"You want to win, so you go out with him?" he said, jealousy making his eyes bloodshot. "Is this how you're winning?"
"William, watch your mouth!" York immediately moved to stand in front of Amelia.
But Amelia just waved her hand, telling him she would handle it.
For so many days, she had ignored William, enduring until the cooling-off period ended and they got their divorce certificate.
And then until now.
During all this time, she thought her attitude and words had been very clear.
But he seemed to never understand.
In that case, she might as well make it even clearer.
"William, please don't insult me," Amelia said calmly. "I want to win this game using my abilities, not the way you're thinking."
They had known each other for many years, shared many intimate days and nights, and even faced life and death together. She didn't know—could it be that just because he fell in love with Isabella, he had become like this, so hateful?
Before William could speak, she continued.
"Also, I want to make this clear to you."
"We divorced long ago. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."
William's heart hurt so much he could barely breathe. The intense suffocation made his vision blur.
"Amelia, what are you saying?" he said softly.
"William, I don't love you anymore," she answered calmly.
Hearing this, something seemed to explode in William's mind.
The thread of her love for him that he once held tightly in his hand, thinking it was solid, was now denied by her own words.
His rationality snapped. He felt nothing was believable.
"Amelia, you're doing this on purpose," he said. "Are you deliberately saying these things to upset me?"
He searched his mind for any evidence that this couldn't be true.
Was she doing it to win?
To make him feel bad?
Because he was with Isabella, so she was deliberately doing this too?
But all of this began to crumble when he saw the calmness in her eyes as she looked at him.
"I'm not deliberately trying to upset you," Amelia said calmly. "I really don't like you anymore."
"You..."
"William, I'm not the kind of person who likes to look back," she said. "The moment you chose Isabella, we were already over. Getting the divorce certificate was just a formal ending."
She didn't deny that she had loved him.
But now, in her heart, there was no place for him anymore.
"William," she looked at him seriously one last time. "We can never go back."
"That's about it," Amelia looked away, her eyes lowering slightly. "I should have made it very clear. Don't come bother me anymore. It troubles me."
After speaking, Amelia nodded at York and started toward his Bentley.
But William grabbed her wrist again.
His eyes were rimmed with red, and she could see the moisture in them.
"Amelia," he called her name.
"You're lying to me, aren't you?"
"We've been together for so many years..."
"We've been through so much together."
His brow furrowed tightly, his lips slightly pale, his voice even carrying a hint of pleading.
"We've been through life and death together, you can't..."
Amelia tried to shake off his hand, but he held on too tightly—she couldn't break free.
Seeing him like this, she wondered why he was doing this.
In their relationship, in their marriage, he was the one who strayed first.
"What do I have to say for you to believe me?" she said.
But he just looked at her with red eyes, refusing to let go.
"Fine," she said.
Amelia nodded and closed her eyes.
Just when William thought her attitude was softening, he saw her turn to look at York, who had been protecting her all along.
"Just now in that studio, you asked me to think it over," she looked up at York and said softly. "You said you didn't want me to make an impulsive decision."
York's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes fixed on Amelia in front of him.
"York."
She called his name.
"I'm here," he answered softly.
"I've thought it through," she said. "I agree. Let's be together."
Something seemed to shatter.
Amelia felt a sharp pain in her wrist, but she didn't look back at William.
She only looked at York in front of her.
There was no joy in his eyes, only worry—worry for her.
Amelia knew he was worried that she was making this decision because William had upset her.
But she would let him know—it wasn't that.
If in the studio room she had felt both attracted and moved, then the time she'd spent at the Huo residence had been enough for her to calm down.
"Really," she said. "I like you. My heart beats for you."
Before York could say anything, she had already taken a step forward, moving closer to him.
Amelia reached out with her other hand, the one not held by William, wrapped it around York's neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips.
It was just a light kiss before she pulled back, a bit shy.
But York's body trembled violently.
Then he reached out, wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, and pulled her forcefully into his embrace. His body heat came through their clothes, burning hot, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.
On the other side, her other wrist was aching from William's grip.