Jackson looked at Amelia, who had a cold expression, and suddenly felt that she was a hedgehog.
As long as he got a little closer, she would prick him so that he would not dare to take another step forward.
He frustratedly said, "I don't want you to beg me or please me. I just want to make sure you're okay."
Amelia was ready to fight with him but didn't expect him to say such a thing.
She looked at Jackson in a daze, but he smiled at her.
His smile was faint and clean, without any scheming.
He seemed genuinely concerned about her physical condition and asked a few more questions.
Jackson turned around, picked up the plate on the table, and handed it to Amelia. "Eat something first."
Amelia did not respond. Her dim eyes were staring blankly at the food on the plate.
"Ms. Garcia?"
Jackson called her name, and then Amelia slowly raised her head to look at him.
Her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression was extremely Indifferent.
Jackson's heart suddenly tightened uncontrollably when he saw the look in her eyes.
It was as if he had done something wrong to her, which made him nervous and guilty.
He was about to speak, but Amelia said, "You just said that you want to make sure I'm fine, then why did you treat me like that five years ago?"
She did not intend to mention the past again, but what he said suddenly touched her heart.
She couldn't understand why he wanted her dead, yet now he was concerned about her physical health.
What was the reason for such a contradictory person to say such words?
Jackson was stunned for a few seconds, and then an apologetic expression appeared.
Five years ago, he had just lost his memory and was unfamiliar with everything.
However, Amelia came to him every day and explained over and over again, which made him very annoyed.
In addition, the information he had found made him feel that she was too scheming.
That was why he ordered the security guard to throw her out, even though she was still kneeling at the door then.
This was the worst thing he had ever done to Amelia, making him feel guilty.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to send someone to drive you away. I just felt a little annoyed, so..."
Jackson felt a little embarrassed to continue. It was true that he had done something inappropriate.
Even if Amelia had bad intentions at the time, he shouldn't have ordered a few men to throw her out. It was really ungentle.
She was asking why he wanted to kill her, But Jackson replied with another thing.
He probably didn't want to admit what he had done then, so he changed the subject.
Amelia didn't ask any more questions. For someone who dared not admit what he had done, there was no point in asking.
However, Jackson was puzzled by her silence.
The last time she came to the airport to pick him up, he had apologized, but she still didn't like him as usual.
Now, when he apologized to her again, she still didn't respond.
Could it be that she was not referring to this?
But he had only done this one thing and had never done anything to hurt her before.
He couldn't figure it out and wanted to ask more questions, but Amelia said lightly, "Mr. Collins, please send me back. Thank you."
She didn't have the right to ask Jackson to send her home, but her legs could not move, and she could only ask him for help.
Otherwise, she would have to stay in the villa until her legs recovered.
However, she did not want to stay with Jackson.
Her indifference and alienation made Jackson frown slightly.
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Collins."
Amelia added as if she feared he would refuse to send her off.
Seeing that she wanted to leave so badly, Jackson didn't force her.
He handed the plate to Amelia and said, "I'll send you back after breakfast."
Amelia didn't have much appetite, but when she heard his promise to take her back, she obediently took the plate.
After breakfast, it took Amelia some effort to change into her clothes.
She wore a professional suit to attend the bidding conference yesterday, and the loose-fitting trousers of the suit just covered up her swollen legs.
After she changed her clothes, Jackson came in again.
She was thinking about how to ask him to help her go downstairs.
As if Jackson had seen through her thoughts, he walked over, lifted her quilt, and carried her in his arms.
Amelia was stunned momentarily, but Jackson said lightly, "If you could leave alone, you wouldn't have asked me to send you off."
His words exposed Amelia's thoughts, making her feel a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head.
The woman in his arms was very light with a sickly look, looking weak.
It seemed that just a gust of wind could blow her emaciated body down.
Jackson's heart ached when he saw Amella like this.
"Amelia."
After he carried her out of the villa, he called out to her softly.
Amelia looked up at him and waited quietly without saying anything.
After silence, Jackson lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot about you. Please don't hate me."
When he said this, his eyes were clean and clear, without any flaws.
Amelia looked into his eyes and wanted to see a trace of acting in his eyes, but she could only see the sincerity in them.
She frowned and asked in disbelief, "Did you really... lose your memory?"
Jackson nodded. "I tried to regain my memory, but it gave me a headache whenever I thought about it."
Especially when he thought of her, his head hurt even more. His brain seemed to be preventing him from recalling anything related to Amelia.
He didn't know why, but every time he saw her, he couldn't help but feel sad.
When he first lost his memory, he didn't have such emotions.
But when they met again this time, this kind of unclear emotion became more and more intense.
Amelia looked at him as if she didn't believe him.
But the expression in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.
A honk sounded behind her when she couldn't distinguish whether it was genuine or fake.
Amelia and Jackson turned around at the same time.
More than a dozen luxury cars had stopped behind them.
The car in the front was a Koenigsegg with the license plate number AX8888.
Many people in Arcadia had this kind of car, but only one person had this license plate number.
Amelia subconsciously buried her head in Jackson's arms when she figured out who was in the car.
She thought that the man in the car would not be able to see her, but she didn't expect that he would get out.
The first person to get out of the car was Paul. He was wearing at black suit. He pushed open the passenger door and walked up to them.
"Mr. Collins, Ms. Garcia, what a coincidence to see you here."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the villa beside them with a disdainful smile.
"Your relationship was progressing quite quickly. It's only been a few days and you're already living together."
Paul's tone was a bit ambiguous as if he had caught the two of them having an affair, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"Paul, you've misunderstood. I'm not living with Ms. Garcia. She's not feeling well, so I brought her home."
Jackson's words sounded like excuses to Paul. What did he mean by taking her home because she was not feeling well?
"No wonder Ms. Garcia doesn't even know how to walk. It turns out that she's too weak and needs a man to carry her."
Amelia, nestled in Jackson's arms, turned red instantly and even trembled all over her body.
However, she didn't even dare to raise her head. She always felt that if she raised her head, she would bump into the man in the car.
She could only be a coward and let Paul mock, criticize, and despise her.
Jackson sensed her fear. He hugged her hand and patted it gently on the back.
"Don't be afraid."
After comforting her in her ear, he glanced at Paul coldly.
"Mr. Paul Evans, whether Ms. Garcia can walk or not has nothing to do with you. You'd better not make up stories at will."
As soon as he said that, Paul was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to punch him.
A cold voice came from the Koenigsegg.
"Paul, the important matter comes first."
The man's voice was faint as if everything that happened outside the car had nothing to do with him.
Only after hearing the man's words did Paul restrain his temper.
He pointed to the Rolls-Royce parked in the middle of the road and said coldly, "Hurry up and move the car away. Don't block our marriage proposal team."
Propose marriage?
To whom?
Amelia's body stiffened, but she didn't dare to look back at the car.
Jackson was initially quite polite to Paul, but Paul repeatedly provoked him, which made him very upset.
He pretended not to hear what Paul said and stood still as if he wanted to challenge him.
Seeing this, Paul's face suddenly turned cold. "Mr. Collins, my brother is going to propose to Ms. Moore. How dare you stand in his way?"
It turned out that James was going to propose marriage to Emily.
Are they... getting married?
Amelia's face gradually turned pale.
Her whole body felt as if it was being torn apart, and the pain was so intense that it was difficult for her to breathe.
She thought she could let go of James like she had let go of Ryan.
She didn't expect to feel so uncomfortable when she heard that James would propose to Emily.
This discomfort made her want to rush to him, hug him, and not let him go.
However, her rationality told her that she was not qualified to do so. She was nothing in James's heart.
She was just a substitute for Emily, a substitute for him to vent and command. What right did she have to stop him from marrying his true love?
Amelia clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. It was not until she left a bloodstain that she calmed down.
She and James had already ended their relationship. No matter whom he married, it had nothing to do with her.
Even if it was not over, she had no right to interfere.
As if she had suddenly understood, she resigned herself to her fate. She let go of her fingers and buried her head in Jackson's arms.
At this moment, the only person she could rely on was Ryan, the young man who had once promised her that he would love her forever.
Amelia curled her lips into a smile, feeling that she was ridiculous.
Jackson was unsurprised that James would marry Emily, but he did not expect him to propose marriage so soon.
He thought he could not affect other people's proposals even if he was dissatisfied with Paul.
So he carried Amelia into the car, fastened her seatbelt, went to the driver's seat, and drove off.
After the car drove out off the main road, the Koenigsegg suddenly caught up with them.
As it brushed past the Rolls-Royce, sitting in the passenger seat, Amelia saw the man inside the car.
On his sharply defined and delicate face, he wore a pair of sunglasses, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.
However, as the car passed by, he turned his head and seemed to glance at her, but then again, it seemed like he didn't.
Amelia's eyes followed the car.
It was not until she saw it stop in front of a villa that she withdrew her gloomy gaze.
After James proposed to Emily, they should get married soon.
She didn't know if she could live to see their wedding...