Amelia Smith left the ward without seeing William Lane, she walked towards the elevator and saw William Lane walking back.
William Lane noticed her eyes were red and walked closer and hugged her.
Amelia struggled slightly: âThere are people around.â
âWhere are the people?â William Lane lightly kissed her face, âBesides, whatâs wrong with hugging my own wife? Does it bother them?â
Amelia laughed: âYou seem a bit childish.â
âChildish is good; it makes me look young so that others wonât think Iâm old.â
âWho said youâre old?â
âYour young brother.â William Lane replied.
âHmm?â Amelia raised her head to look at him, âDidnât he leave?â
âHe just left.â William Lane held her face and rubbed it, âHe said if I donât treat you well, he will find someone to get rid of me.â
Ameliaâs mouth twitched: âThen what?â
âAfter thatâ¦â William Lane said, âI told him that all future assassination attempts will be on his head.â
âIs it that dangerous?â Amelia asked.
William Lane nodded.
âCan I still escape now?â
William Lane laughed: âItâs too late. You donât have a chance to run anymore.â
Amelia smiled and leaned back on William Laneâs shoulder and rested for a while.
William Lane touched her head and let her rest for a while before saying, âLetâs go home.â
âOkay.â
William Lane went to hold her left hand, his gaze passed over her right arm and saw blood on her sleeve.
He immediately grabbed her right hand and rolled up her sleeve to look.
Blood had seeped through the wound, through the gauze, and onto her clothes.
William Lane frowned: âWhat happened?â
âI accidentally squeezed it just now.â Amelia said softly.
William Lane glanced at her and led her by the left hand upstairs to find the doctor: âDoesnât it hurt? You were injured, and didnât speak up. Do you plan to wait until we get home and then come back?â
Amelia pursed her lips: âI-I didnât know that I was bleeding.â
âDonât you know it hurts?â William Lane said seriously.
Amelia fell silent.
Seeing that she stopped talking and looked down, William Lane paused and softened his tone: âWas I too fierce?â
Amelia looked at him and shook her head: âItâs okay, just like Dad.â
William Lane: ââ¦â¦??????â
At this moment, Amelia actually grinned.
William Lane felt like he was going to faint from anger. He let go of her hand, and lightly patted her butt.
Amelia subconsciously covered her butt, her face turned beet red. She looked around to make sure no one was there, then glared at William Lane and whispered, âWhat are you doing!â
âTeaching a disobedient child a lesson.â William Lane said solemnly, âWhat are you blushing for?â
Amelia covered her face again: âYouâre the one blushing.â
After saying that, she walked away first.
William Lane smiled as he looked at her retreating figure.
The wound on her arm had only cracked open the skin, which wasnât severe. After applying medicine and re-dressing the wound, William Lane and Amelia went home.
Max Smith was locked up in the villa and Amelia did not go to see him.
William Lane took care of that; how he did it, whether he hit Max, or anything else, Amelia never asked.
Even when they sent Max away, Amelia did not show her face.
She knew that William Lane had sent Max to where Daniel Harrison had temporarily rented a place.
William Lane told her that as long as she didnât want to see Max, he would never appear in her life again.
The couple had a meal together at noon, and William Lane had to go to the company.
He wanted to take Amelia with him, but she refused. So, he took her to the study: âIf you get bored, you can read the books here. You can read any of them. If theyâre too high up, just ask James to get them for you.â
Amelia looked at the books on the three walls in the study, her eyes shining.
She casually glanced at some of the booksâ titles and then looked at William Lane: âI might not understand some of these.â
âYou can save the parts you donât understand, and Iâll explain them when I get back.â William Lane looked at her lovingly.
âDid you read all of them?â Amelia looked at him with admiration.
âAlmost.â William Lane looked at her clear eyes, couldnât help it, and pinned her against the bookshelf for a kiss.
While Ameliaâs mind was still in the ocean of knowledge, William Laneâs thoughts had already drifted to creating life and contributing to procreation.
Amelia, feeling dazed, subconsciously pushed him away, but she couldnât, and she was soon under William Laneâs control.
After a long time, William Lane finally let her go when he felt he might not be able to go to work in the afternoon if he didnât stop.
Ameliaâs face was so red that it looked like it would bleed, she lowered her head and didnât dare to look at William Lane.
William Lane laughed, helped her button up the front of her clothing, and patted her head: âIâm going to work now.â
âOkay.â Amelia answered softly.
It wasnât until a few minutes after William Lane had left that she slowly moved.
Then she stiffly walked to the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
She stood by the bookshelf, keeping her hands on her chest, feeling that every part of her body was hot.
But the place where her hands were covering seemed to be even hotter.
His kiss had landed thereâ¦
â¦
Ameliaâs efficiency in the afternoon wasnât high; for the first two hours, her mind was filled with William Lane and she couldnât calm down.
Later on, she slowly started reading the book.
William Lane did not come back for dinner.
He had been busy at the company until after ten oâclock before he returned.
When he came back, Amelia was waiting for him in the living room.
âYouâre back?â Amelia stood up, âAunt made soup, want some?â
As soon as William Lane came back and saw her waiting in the living room, he felt less tired: âYou were waiting for me?â
âYes.â
William Lane leaned over and kissed her eyes: âDonât wait for me in the future. Go to bed early.â
âWhen I go to work, I definitely wonât wait for you.â Amelia said.
âThen have a good rest these few days.â William Lane rubbed her hair, âYou donât have to wait for me.â
Amelia didnât answer, and followed him inside: âDo you want to drink the soup? Auntâs soup is delicious.â
âAlright.â
They both drank the soup together. William Lane went to the guestroom to take a shower, and Amelia helped Aunt clean up before going back to her room to prepare for bed.
Just as she was about to sleep, someone knocked on the door.
She got up to open the door and saw William Lane wearing a sleeping robe standing outside.
He had just taken a shower, dried his hair, and his body smelled of shower gel.
âWhatâs wrong?â Amelia asked.
William Lane smiled: âCome to sleep.â
âWhat?â Amelia froze and couldnât believe what she had just heard, âCome what?â
âWe, as a couple, have been separated for a long time. Itâs time for us to sleep together.â
Amelia stared with wide eyes, unable to react, and even felt like running away.
Seeing her about to run, William Lane bent down, grabbed her waist, and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.