Eva was completely shocked when she heard that the two of them were going to re-do the wedding.
"You... Have your thought it through?"
While stirring the white clay mask with a little spatula, Amelia replied to her, "Of course. We already have a marriage certificate, so we should have a wedding."
She was afraid that Ryan would worry, so she wanted to use the wedding to reassure him. That way, they could both let go of the past and start over again.
Eva looked at Amelia who had already made her decision, and she didn't know what to say.
While Eva was silent, Amelia said to her, "Eva, you said that you want to be my bridesmaid when Ryan and I get married."
Eva didn't respond. She raised her hand to stroke her short hair as she asked, "Amelia, have you really decided to start over with Ryan?"
Amelia nodded. She said honestly, "I wanted to take care of him for the rest of my life, but if I did that out of guilt, then it would be unfair to him. After I sorted out my emotions in the church, I decided to let go of everything and start over with him..."
Hearing that, Eva didn't know whether she should be grateful for taking Amelia to the church. She felt that Amelia was being unfair to James. After all, he had done a lot for Amelia, and he even saved Ryan's life...
Amelia seemed to see through Eva's thoughts. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Eva, I'm about to start work in place of my sister. Each of her design drawings is worth tens of millions, and she still has more than 50 unfinished projects. When I finish these projects, and if I take on more, I can pay off the 3 billion James spent on me. As for what he did for Ryan, I will find a way to repay him..."
She also added, "I won't keep in touch with him anymore, so when I have collected enough money, I will need to trouble you to give it to him on my behalf."
Eva stood frozen in place. After struggling for a few seconds, she asked, "You... Are you like this because we saw James with another woman that day? Is that why you wanted to break up with him completely, and you don't even want to owe him these favors..."
Amelia shook her head. "When I found out that he had spent so much money looking for my heart, I already thought of returning the money to him..."
Eva understood that, so she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she said, "I'm afraid it won't be appropriate for me. to be your bridesmaid. I'm a divorcee, it might not be a lucky thing for you."
Amelia didn't mind it. She smiled and reassured her, "I don't believe in superstitious things. As long as it's you, that's enough."
Seeing that Amelia was being so persistent, Eva agreed. "Then when will you try on the wedding dress?"
Amelia thought about it, then replied, "Tomorrow."
She had to start learning about architecture soon, so she was afraid that she wouldn't have much free time left. Thus, she wanted to complete these things before then.
Eva nodded. "Okay. I'll accompany you tomorrow then."
Amelia sweetly replied, "Okay."
After that, she turned and went into the bathroom to apply the mask.
Eva looked at her back, pondered for a while, then opened a drawer. She took out two bank cards, walked into the bathroom and handed them to Amelia.
"Amelia, one of these cards was what you left for me in the past. I put it in your pocket previously, but you were taken. away by Aaron before you had time to change your clothes. that night. I took it out and even wondered when I would have the chance to return it to you..."
"The other card is my savings from opening nightclubs over the years. Of course, it's just a drop in the bucket and it's impossible to be enough to help you pay off James' debt, but I hope that I can help a little..."
Seeing those two bank cards, Amelia's heart felt warm, but she rejected Eva's offer.
"Eva, what I gave you is for you. You don't have to return it. In addition, you should keep your savings. There is still a long way to go in the future. You need the money. What I owe James, I will pay him back myself, so don't worry about me..."
Eva naturally would not agree with her, and insisted on giving her the bank card.
"Amelia, you may not be aware that Stella gave me a sum of money after you left, and Ryan also gave me all his personal property. Except for the money Ryan gave me, I've returned everything Stella gave me back then."
When Eva said that, she paused, and asked Amelia, "Do you know how I returned the money to them?"
Amelia shook her head. Eva smiled and explained, "I returned the bank card through sheer will. After chasing and pestering Stella for three years, she couldn't take it anymore, so she took the money back. You don't want me to chase you for the rest of your life, do you?"
Amelia didn't expect Eva would chase Stella for three years in order to pay back the money.
"Eva, did Stella sedate you for doing that to her?" Amelia joked.
Eva couldn't help laughing when she thought of Stella's irritated and helpless expression.
"She said that she didn't want to see me anymore..."
Amelia laughed. "Well, I don't want to see you now either, so take your bank card and go out."
Eva wanted to say something, but Amelia pushed her out. Eva could only sigh and put the bank card into the envelope that Ryan gave her.
Eva woke up early the next day. Taking advantage of the fact that Amelia was still asleep, she took the envelope and drove to Ryan's place.
Nora was the one who opened the door. Seeing Eva, she smiled brightly and greeted her sweetly, "Ms. Miller, good morning."
Nora's smile was very infectious, and Eva couldn't help but smile back. "Good morning. Where is Ryan..."
Nora led Eva into the villa, and at the same time, she said to her, "Mr. Jones is talking to Zoey in the study..."
Eva was not in a hurry to look for Ryan. Guided by Nora, she sat in the living room.
After waiting for a while, Zoey pushed Ryan out of the study.
Ryan was wearing a white shirt, looking neat and elegant.
Eva couldn't help smiling as she sized him up. "You look great today!"
It seemed that he got a good night's sleep the previous night, which made him look much better. His eyes were also brighter.
Ryan's thin lips curled up slightly, showing a bright smile. "Eva, you came to see me so early. Is there something wrong?"
Eva nodded, took out the envelope from her bag, and handed it to him. "You gave this to me. Now that you are back, it should be returned to the original owner."
Ryan glanced at the envelope, then looked at Eva again. "You know that I never take back the things that I've given away."
Eva put the envelope on the coffee table, and said to him, "You need to spend money to hold a wedding for Amelia. You will also need the money for the future too. Don't let Amelia suffer anymore..."
Ryan heard her words and he was moved. "Eva, my father left me a lot of property. Don't worry about the money. I won't let Amelia suffer anymore..."
When Ryan's father found out that he was still alive, he entrusted a lawyer to secretly transfer the family property to him.
Although the assets he had were not as great as the Collins Group, it was enough for Ryan and Amelia to live the rest of their lives with peace of mind.
Thus, Ryan wasn't worried about money. What he was worried. about was that his immobile legs would be a burden to Amelia.
Eva breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say that.
"That's a relief. However, it's your property and I don't plan to take it."
After saying that, Eva got up and left. Seeing her leave so quickly, Ryan shook his head slightly.
Eva was still the same as when she was a child; she would rather die than accept other people's things.
However, she had taken good care of him since they were children, so that kindness must be repaid.
He looked back at Zoey, and instructed him, "Put it away first. I'll give it to her when she comes next time."
Zoey nodded, picked up the envelope, turned around, and put it in the study.
When Zoey came out, Ryan gave another order. "There is one more thing I need you to do..."
Zoey asked, "What is it?"
Ryan looked around the villa and glanced at Nora, who was cooking. "In the past three years, James has given me a home, hired a caretaker for me, and sent so many people to protect me. All these add up to a huge amount. You must calculate the expenses and then pay him back."
That was what he could repay James right then. As for the grace of saving his life, if Ryan needed to pay it back.
Someday, he would use his own life to pay it back.
"Got it," Zoey answered. He then went to the kitchen to eat some breakfast before leaving the villa to carry out Ryan's order...
In Evans Group, in the president's meeting room, a group of executives reported their work to the man sitting in the main seat.
The man was facing to the side and he was wearing an expensive suit which gave off a noble and elegant vibe.
His hands were placed on the table, and he tapped his slender fingers repeatedly...
Every time they tapped, the executive who was reporting on the work, felt nervous. He even trembled when he spoke...
On the man's chiseled face was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Under the frames, there were a pair of beautiful eyes with a gaze as cold as snow.
At this time, those eyes were staring at the financial report data on the screen indifferently. James already knew the profit and loss situation with just a glance.
In fact, he only wanted to see results and he didn't care about the process, but obviously, the executives didn't know his style of doing things. They were still giving speeches. James began to feel a little irritated, but he didn't interrupt them and just listened...
When James' assistant, Andrew, received the things Zoey delivered, James happened to be in a meeting, so he could only wait anxiously outside.
About an hour later, James came out of the meeting room. His tall and straight figure stood out among the group of executives.
Andrew rushed over to meet him. He followed the man quickly into the president's office, and whispered to him, "Mr. Evans, Mr. Jones returned something to you."
James frowned slightly when he heard that. "What is it?"
Andrew pushed open the door for James. Once they were in the office, he closed the door and said to James, "The money you have spent on him in the past three years."
Andrew then took out a bank card with a password written on it, and placed it on the desk.
James unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand as he glanced coldly at the bank card. "Why is he doing this?"
Andrew looked at him, a little hesitant to speak, but James said coldly, "Just say it."
Andrew took a deep breath, and told James all the information he had gotten from Zoey. "Mr. Evans, Mr. Jones and Ms. Garcia is going to have a wedding. They are going to start afresh, so they will pay you back the kindness they owe you in the form of money."
James froze when he heard that sentence. "What... did you say?"
Andrew knew that James heard him clearly, but he just couldn't believe it.
He looked at James with great sympathy.
"Mr. Evans, since you pushed Ms. Garcia to Mr. Jones, this was destined to be the result."
James' handsome and flawless face was a little pale right then, and his usually indifferent eyes were bloodshot.
He squeezed the bank card tightly, and the overwhelming anger made him exert such strength that the card was almost crushed into pieces.
"Mr. Evans..."
Andrew looked at the man who was trembling in anger with a worried expression on his face.
"Get the driver!"
Andrew was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses. He quickly backed away after replying, "Got it!"
In the bridal shop, the curtains of the fitting room were opened from both sides, and Amelia was turning around in a glittery wedding dress.
She thought she would see Eva, but she didn't expect that the person standing outside was actually James...
He was wearing a black suit and his handsome face was icy. What's more he was staring at her intently.
Amelia was a little scared, and she hurriedly lifted the hem of the wedding dress, wanting to look for Eva.
However, when she passed by James, James suddenly grabbed her arm. He then pulled her back into the fitting. room.
The moment the curtains were closed, James pressed Amelia against the wall.
He lowered his head, looked at the wedding dress that Amelia was wearing, and he said with a sneer.
"Congratulations. You are finally getting married to the person you love the most..."
Amelia struggled desperately, but she was pinned down by him and couldn't move an inch.
She could only look up at James with her clear and bright eyes. "You said that you would never bother me again..."
James' expression was cold and full of mockery. "You also said that you were just taking care of him, but now, you are going to have a wedding with him. Did you do this so that I would go crazy and come to you?"
He laughed mockingly, then he raised his hand and touched her face, his eyes full of tears. There was infinite nostalgia and reluctance in his tone and gaze, "You know that I love you so much, yet you want to marry him. Who am I to you?"
Amelia looked away and avoided his touch.
"Mr. Evans, don't touch me again. It's inappropriate..."
She was polite and her tone sounded a little distant. She treated him as if she was facing a stranger.
At that moment, his scarred heart was once again torn apart. It was so painful.
James suddenly lost control. He picked her up, opened the curtains, and walked directly out of the bridal shop.
Amelia was stuck in his arms as she struggled to get down, but James held her waist tightly to prevent her from moving.
Her expression suddenly darkened, and she shouted coldly, "James, what are you going to do?"
There was no expression on James' chiseled face. It seemed that he was so angry that he had lost all his sense of reason.
He carried her, walked past a group of bodyguards, and threw her into his Koenigsegg car. He then fastened her seat belt and got into the driver's seat.
He pursed his thin lips tightly. Without saying a word, he started the car, stepped on the accelerator hard, and quickly drove in the direction of Mansion No. 8.
Eva, who was stopped outside the bridal shop by James' bodyguards, saw that Amelia was taken away by him. She frowned slightly...
While she was worried about Amelia, she was also glad that Ryan, who wasn't able to travel conveniently, was not there...
James forcibly carried Amelia into Mansion No. 8, then he pushed her down onto the bed.
Amelia struggled to get up, but suddenly, James got on her.
He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinned them above her head, and lowered his head to bite her red lips.