James raised his hand and wanted to touch Amelia's face, but she took a step back in shock.
Amelia looked at his right hand in a daze. There was a hint of horror in her eyes as if she had a psychological shadow.
Seeing this, James seemed to have understood something. He quickly withdrew his hand and said to her, "Don't be afraid. I won't hit you again."
Amelia, who had been pretending to be calm, suddenly collapsed. "Stay away from me."
James shook his head gently. "Amelia, I can't stay away from you."
Amelia's face darkened. "I told you, my name is Skender, not Amelia. How many times do I have to tell you to believe me?"
The corners of his eyes, which were as cold as snow, turned red little by little. "Are you... really not her?"
"No!"
Amelia raised her palm-sized face in an extremely ostentatious manner.
His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, but his eyes were still full of disbelief.
He took a step closer to her and forced her to the corner of the wall. Then he raised his hand to touch her cheek.
She thought that he was going to forcibly kiss her again, so she pushed him away, turned around, and was about to run away. But he suddenly hugged her from behind.
His tall and straight body wrapped tightly around her petite body, and his sturdy chest was pressed against her back.
Amelia was irritated. She struggled with all her might, but the man didn't let go. His body didn't move at all like a wall of iron.
She suddenly felt rid iculous. "Sir, do you have a special hobby for married women?"
The man didn't care about her sarcasm. After restraining with one hand, he raised his slender fingers and brushed away the short hair behind her.
When he touched the small scar accurately, his thin lips curled up slightly. As expected, she was his Amelia. He was not mistaken.
However, that scar had taken root in his heart, causing his eyes, which had always been indifferent and distant, to be tainted with endless sin.
He touched the scar on the back of her head with trembling. fingers and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry. That slap caused your death..."
She tilted her head slightly to avoid his touch. "I don't know what you're talking about."
After the nail was removed, there was indeed a scar on the back of her head, but she was unwilling to admit it.
He didn't force her to admit it. He just rubbed the scar with his fingers over and over again.
Every time he rubbed it, his heart would hurt. The intense paint made him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.
His eyes gradually turned red. When he opened his mouth again, his voice was hoarse. "Does it still hurt?"
Did it hurt?
It hurt.
It hurt so much that she fell to the cold floor and couldn't even ask for help.
It hurt so much that she was completely desperate for him, and she didn't even have the will to live.
It hurt so much because he was unwilling to answer her call even if she wanted to see him before she died.
That kind of pain was not something that could be easily relieved by physical pain.
It was only after the pain that she realized how heartless James was to her.
But at this moment, such a heartless man was holding her in his arms and asking her if it hurt. Wasn't that ridiculous?
"Five minutes up. Let me go," she said with a cold face.
How could he bear to let go of the person in his arms? He said, "There are some things I haven't told you yet."
He buried his sharp and delicate chin in her neck and whispered in her ear, "Amelia..."
Amelia's face darkened again. "Don't call me that!"
Back then, when he pressed her down on the bed and possessed her desperately, he called her the same name.
She mistakenly thought that he was calling her, so she couldn't help but fall in love with him bit by bit.
She was a fool. How could someone like him fall in love with his mistress?
In the past, she couldn't see it clearly, but now that she had completely woken up, she felt that.
James was stunned and looked at Amelia's resistant face.
Ms. Miller had once said that even until Amelia's death, Amelia had thought that he had treated her as a substitute.
Did she think that he had called her by someone else's name?
He opened his thin lips and said to her, "Amelia, I've always been calling you. It's never been anyone else."
Three years later, the late explanation didn't cause any ripples. She didn't believe it at all.
There was no emotion in her calm eyes. Instead, there was even a hint of indifference.
Her indifferent expression made his heart ache again.
He couldn't help tightening his grip on her.
It was as if she would disappear at any moment if he did not hold her tightly.
He had already experienced a separation of death once, and he didn't want to endure the separation of life anymore.
He used all his strength to hug her.
"Amelia, I was wrong. Can you... give me another chance?"
He didn't even know how to explain the misunderstanding over the years, nor did he know how to express his longing for her.
He just lowered his head and begged her to give him another chance, a chance for him to cherish her again...
Amelia's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her expression was calm. "I'm not Amelia..."
His body stiffened for a moment. Then, he hooked her chin with his slender fingers, tilted his head, and kissed her.
Amelia was so angry by his sudden action that her body trembled. She struggled to push him away, but she couldn't move at all.
Initially, he just wanted to have a taste, but as soon as he touched her, he went crazy.
He missed her so much that even if he was so close to her now, he could not feel her existence.
He could only hold her palm-sized face tightly and kiss her desperately.
He didn't let go of her until her face turned red, but he still hugged her and didn't let her go.
Before Amelia could speak, he touched her soft red lips with his fingers and said to her, "Look, every time I kiss you, you have the same reaction. Why are you unwilling to admit it?"
Amelia was so angry that her face turned from red to blue, and her whole body was trembling. "You are a lunatic!!!"
"Yes, I'm crazy!"
He suddenly lost control, and his almond-shaped eyes were scarlet. "I'm crazy. That's why I missed you and couldn't sleep all night. I love you so much that I'm hopeless. I've been crazy since I fell in love with you!"
It was simply unreasonable. When she was with him, he was so cold to her, but now he said that he loved her again and again.
She struggled with all her might. Her slender hands clasped the arms around her.
Her nails pierced through the skin. His arm bled, but he was unwilling to let go. He was really crazy to the extreme!
"James!"
She was so angry that she roared. She tore off Skender's mask and looked at him coldly in Amelia's identity.
When James heard her call his name, the corners of his eyes. turned even redder.
"You finally admit it..."
Amelia sneered. "So, what if I admit it?"
James was stunned for a moment. Then he slowly looked at her with red eyes.
Her expression was cold and emotionless. There was only disdain in her eyes.
Seeing Amelia like this, he suddenly didn't know what to do with her.
Just as he was about to say something, Amelia turned her head. And his pale face was reflected in her calm eyes.
"You just said that you love me. Is it true?"
"Yes."
Seeing that she was still willing to communicate with him, James quickly nodded.
"Ten years ago, at Arcadia University..."
He wanted to tell her that he had fallen in love with her a long time ago, but she interrupted him coldly. "Then let me ask you. Since you love me, then when I asked you to wait until the contract was over before we separated, why were you unwilling?"
James's heart ached and tears welled up in his eyes.
This was the stupidest decision he had ever made. After they had parted ways, he regretted it countless times.
Suppressing the pain in his heart, he explained, "I promised my brother that I would marry Emily."
There was still no emotion in Amelia's eyes. "So, you gave up on me as soon as she came back."
He opened his mouth and wanted to refute it, but he couldn't.
When the contract was terminated, he did intend to give up on Amelia.
He had to fulfill his elder brother's last words, and she did not love him, so he could only choose to give up on her.
But now that he thought about it, no matter what the reason. was, in her eyes, he had given up on her without hesitation. He could not refute it.
His silence made Amelia smile faintly.
"James, you don't love me at all. You're just being possessive."
He shook his head and said to her, "I can tell what love is and what possessiveness is. Amelia, you can't deny me like this."
Amelia lowered her eyes and stared at the arms that were wrapped around her. For a moment, she was lost in thought.
After a long time, she said indifferently, "If you loved me, you wouldn't have been so cold to me, and you wouldn't have humiliated me again and again after we separated. In fact, from the beginning to the end, you just regarded me as Emily's substitute. Even if I'm not a substitute, I'm just a tool to help you solve your physiological needs."
She turned around and looked at him coldly. "You told Stella that I'm just your physiological need. You also said that you would never love me. Tell me, how can I believe that you love me?"
James wanted to explain, but Amelia didn't give him a chance to. "Also..."
She took a deep breath, and a trace of grievance suddenly appeared in her calm eyes. "You hit me for your sister and fiance without hesitation. At that time, you didn't even look back. If you looked back, I wouldn't have..."
Speaking of this, the trace of grievance slowly faded away and was replaced by relief.
"Before I died, I wanted to see you, but you didn't even keep my phone number. At that time, I thought that I didn't want to meet this man again for the rest of my life."
After that, she smiled at him and said, "Mr. Evans, I've already let go of the past. You should let it go too. Let's end it here."
Her words made him feel extremely depressed and painful.
Even when she didn't admit that she was Amelia, he still felt that there was still a glimmer of hope to save the situation.
Now that she said these words calmly, he felt that the woman in his arms would leave him forever.
He hugged her tightly again and refused to give up. "I can explain..."
Amelia shook her head gently. "It's not important anymore. I don't care. After all, I've never loved Mr. Evans."
James burst into laughter. "Yes, you've never loved me..."
He let go of Amelia in despair and staggered back a step.
His red eyes were fixed on her. "You've never loved me, really?"
Amelia's eyelashes quivered. And she calmly shook her head again.
The smile on James's face deepened. "Then what does this represent?"
When Amelia saw that the letter was kept intact, her expression froze for a moment.
When did she become disappointed in him?
Was it when he held her and did intimate things with her but then told her not to expect him to love her?
His words made her understand that she was nothing in his heart, just a tool to vent his anger.
But now...
Amelia looked up at James, who had lost control of himself.
In her impression, he always had an aloof and superior appearance, never like this before.
Amelia couldn't understand him. When they were together, he didn't love her at all.
But now he was questioning her about the words she once wrote, asking what they meant.
What did they mean?
They meant termination!
She wrote these words to warn herself that he didn't love her.
When her pen stopped, it was over.
This unrequited love ended completely when he said that
sentence and when she understood it.
After silence, Amelia raised her hand and took the letter.
She lowered her head and quietly looked at it for a while.
Without any hesitation, she tore it in half.
By the time James reached out to take it back, it was already too late...
He could only watch helplessly as Amelia destroyed the letter...
His eyes turned red, and he looked at her incredulously.
"Why..."
Amelia curled her lips and gave him a faint smile. "Mr. Evans, this letter was just something I wrote casually. I never intended to leave anything for you, so I hope you don't misunderstand."
James's face turned pale as he stared at the torn paper on the ground with his pinkish eyes fixed on it.
How did he spend thousands of days and nights in the past three years?
Sleeping pills and the few sentences in this letter supported him!
He told himself that she had left a note for him, indicating that she had him in her heart.
But now, she told him that she wrote it casually. She had never thought of leaving anything for him....
A faint smile appeared on James's face.
Such a desperate smile made him look lifeless.
He raised his eyes, which were covered with mist, and looked at Amelia, who looked calm.
"You've never loved me. Then why did you want to see me before you died?"
Amelia thought that she had made it clear enough, but James still didn't believe her.
She took a deep breath and said to him, "Perhaps it's because when a person is dying, they want to see the people they've known in this world before they die."
She didn't have to see him, she just wanted to see someone she knew in this world, and he was just one of those she knew.
James chuckled again until the corners of his eyes turned red, and his face turned pale. He laughed so hard that his eyes lost all color.
"It seems... you really don't love me..."
But because of the letter she left behind, he mistakenly thought she had fallen in love with him.
Even though she had repeatedly told him that she didn't love him.
He still refused to believe the truth like a fool.
It was not until this moment that he completely saw through her heart.
Suppressing the heart-wrenching pain in his heart, James bent down slightly and picked up the torn letter.
The paper was fragile, like a marriage. Once broken, it could never be restored to what it was before.
He once pushed her away with his own hands, and she destroyed their past.
It was very fair...
He didn't blame her.
He could only blame himself for not cherishing her when she was by his side.
Clenching the letter in his hand, James staggered away. At this moment, his proud and aloof back looked frail.
"James..."
He heard her calm voice behind him when he leaned against the car door with one hand.