From then on, he would remember all her preferences, hoping that it would make up for the mistakes he made.

His stomach wasn't in good condition, so he didn't eat much. He just stared at her as she sat peacefully and beautifully by the candlelight...

Feeling a burning gaze on her, Amelia felt a little uncomfortable. She eyed James.

Seeing that he hadn't touched the food in front of him, she couldn't help but frown.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

James didn't expect that she still remembered that he had stomach problems. A smile flashed across his eyes.

"I'm fine."

After toying with the knife and fork in her hand, Amelia worked up her courage. She cut a small piece of Foie Gras for him and brought it to his lips.

Seeing that she was offering to feed him, James's cold and deep eyes began to water.

He opened his thin lips slightly and ate the piece of Foie Gras. It wasn't supposed to be sweet, but he felt that every bite of it was bursting with sweetness.

The candlelight dinner slowly came to an end with the playing of the cello.

When Amelia got up, the cool wind ruffled her short, messy hair, blocking her sight.

After James reached out to straighten her hair, he picked up his suit jacket and wrapped it around her body.

Then, he took her hand again and led her downstairs.

"Amelia, there's a musical. Do you..."

He lowered his head to look at Amelia beside him and saw that she was looking at the Capitol building in the distance. He stopped talking.

He jutted his chin toward the bodyguard behind him, who immediately understood what he meant. The bodyguard quickly walked towards the White House.

"Amelia, let's go to the Capitol building," he suggested.

Amelia came back to her senses and shook her head.

"No. You planned for us to go to a musical, so let's go."

It was just that she had heard Neil mention that the Capitol was inspired by the architecture from ancient Greece and ancient Rome, which was why she couldn't help but stare at it.

She didn't expect James to take her to the Capitol building just because she kept glancing at it. He was being a bit too considerate of her feelings.

James didn't say much and simply led her toward the Capitol building.

Amelia thought they were just going to look from the outside, but he took her inside.

Tourists were allowed to visit the Capitol building, but a reservation had to be made. On top of that, it wasn't open at night.

However, all James had to do was show his ID for the security guard to respectfully let them in.

Amelia was shocked. However, what shocked her more was that...

After they entered, a group of people in suits and ties bowed down and greeted him.

"Sir."

In their home country, everyone called him Mr. Evans. Abroad, however, they called him Sir.

At first, she thought it was just an honorific title, but right then, she had a vague feeling that the title represented something.

Amelia couldn't figure it out. Despite that, she felt he was more than just the person in charge of the Evans family.

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