Chapter 110 Take Off Your Clothes
However, Amelia quickly snapped back to reality.
Samuel was just sick, his personality hadn't changed.
The word "obedient" had absolutely nothing to do with Samuel.
She stood up, pulled out her portable medical kit from her bag, and looked at Samuel again.
"Take off your clothes."
Samuel looked at her with an expression that suggested she was trying to take advantage of him.
What kind of person was this?
Amelia frowned in annoyance and cut off Samuel's wild thoughts: "Don't misunderstand me. Physical therapy requires removing your shirt, otherwise how am I supposed to do it?"
"Okay." Samuel looked relieved, which annoyed Amelia even more.
She simply zipped up the medical kit and said, "I'm not doing this anymore. Call Jeremy and York yourself."
With that, she turned to leave.
Samuel panicked and grabbed Amelia's hand.
The movement was too forceful, and he fell straight off the couch.
"Don't go." His tone carried a hint of grievance.
Looking at Samuel's somewhat pathetic state, Amelia ultimately couldn't bring herself to be heartless.
"Then behave yourself and stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" Samuel asked, knowing full well.
He just wanted to tease her a bit.
Amelia took a deep breath, telling herself not to argue with a sick person.
She just warned Samuel: "If you say one more unnecessary word, I'm really leaving."
Samuel didn't dare tease her anymore, afraid that Amelia would actually leave in anger.
With her, it was better not to push things too far.
"No more talking." He raised both hands in surrender.
But then, he glanced at the couch and said, "Help me up."
Amelia pursed her lips and reminded him: "You have a girlfriend. Can you have some self-awareness?"
Samuel looked at her and asked innocently: "Don't doctors see beyond gender?"
That one sentence left Amelia speechless.
She realized that when Samuel acted like a scoundrel, he really was quite the scoundrel.
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed Samuel's arm and dragged him back onto the couch without any gentleness.
Thinking to herself: Just wait until you're better.
"Can you take off your clothes now?"
Samuel nodded and began unbuttoning his suit jacket one button at a time.
Calm and unhurried, taking his time.
But he wasn't being deliberately coy—he genuinely didn't have much strength.
After just two buttons, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he were exhausted.
Amelia lost her patience.
"Stop moving, let me do it."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Amelia's hand grabbed Samuel's collar, and in the next second, with a forceful tug, buttons scattered all over the floor.
The suit jacket was off in two seconds.
Samuel was dumbfounded.
He had never seen a woman like this.
Domineering, rough.
Yet acting like it was perfectly natural.
But he really couldn't bring himself to dislike it.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're really—"
"No!" Amelia cut him off directly, asking coldly: "Do you want me to rip open your shirt too? Or will you do it yourself?"
He looked at her with a wounded expression.
"There's a replacement jacket over there, but no spare shirt."
"Then hurry up, I don't have much patience."
She had only been so forceful because she saw there was another suit jacket hanging on the rack.
"Can't you be a little gentler and help me?" He looked at her again with that innocent, naive expression.
Amelia closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to punch him, and reached out to unbutton his shirt for him.
One button, two buttons.
She could feel his hot breath, falling on her forehead with each exhale.
Ticklish, and a bit warm.
Amelia told herself to stay calm—he was just a patient, and doctors see beyond gender.
After consoling herself, she finally calmed down and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing Samuel's muscular chest.
And a complete set of eight-pack abs.
She'd heard that abs were hard to develop and required natural talent.
Samuel looked slim in clothes, but was surprisingly well-built underneath.
No, wait, he was just a patient.
Amelia took another deep breath and told him to lie face down.
Samuel noticed the pink clouds floating across her cheeks and felt that getting sick this time wasn't a loss.
At least he got to show off his physique in front of her.
Even if she wasn't interested in him as a person, it would be fine if she appreciated his body.
"Hurry up." Amelia urged.
Samuel had no choice but to lie down.
He had wanted to show off a bit longer.
But then he suddenly remembered—he worked out his back regularly too.
His back also looked good.
With this thought, he lay down faster, intentionally or unintentionally showing off his back muscles.
However, in the next second, Amelia slapped his back.
"Don't move around! My needles don't have eyes!"
Samuel's back stiffened, and he didn't dare move anymore.
He finally cooperated properly, and Amelia's physical therapy session quickly ended.
"Get up."
She packed away her medical kit and gestured for Samuel to put his clothes back on.
Samuel wanted to show off his physique a bit more, but his body felt cold, so he obediently put his clothes back on.
There would be plenty of time in the future anyway.
Seeing him fully dressed, Amelia got straight to the point: "What did you want to see me about?"
"Over there." Samuel pointed to his desk: "The first drawer on the right, there's a file. Can you get it for me?"
Amelia walked over and found the file as he described.
"Is this it?"
Samuel nodded, gesturing for her to open it.
Amelia's patience was nearly exhausted. With a stern face, she opened the file folder.
What she saw was a woman's information, with the woman's photo attached in the upper right corner.
Perhaps because her memory was too good, she recognized at a glance who this person was.
It was the woman she had encountered at Samuel's place that day—Samuel's girlfriend.
Amelia's fingers paused slightly as she looked up at Samuel with confusion.
Clearly asking, why did he want her to look at this?
Samuel didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "You've repeatedly emphasized to me that I have a girlfriend. The person you're talking about is her, right?"
A crease appeared between Amelia's brows.
"When did I repeatedly emphasize it?"
"Just answer me."
Despite looking weak and frail, his words carried no less authority.
"Isn't it?" she asked back.
"No."
Samuel propped himself up slightly, lifted his chin, and said: "She's not my girlfriend. Keep reading."
Amelia skeptically scanned down the information.
In the file, there were several lines about the woman's social connections.
Steven was listed first.
Samuel's girlfriend was Steven's person?
But smart as she was, she quickly realized something was off.
Samuel directly clarified for her: "She's Steven's subordinate. She's been using her body for years to help Steven build connections. She was involved in an incident with me before, so I came up with a way to capture her and bring her to my place."
"Capture?"
"That's right. She probably saw that you and I have an unusual relationship and had bad intentions, deliberately leading you to the wrong conclusion."
"When did I ever have an unusual relationship with you?"
"Don't we?" he asked back.
Amelia laughed in exasperation. "Fine. So, what are you trying to say?"