After leaving the neighborhood, she hailed a taxi and quickly went to the restaurant.
When she got out of the car, it was already dark and drizzling. Despite that, it didn't affect the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant at all.
Amelia stood by the road, looking at the restaurant across from her. Two good-looking people were sitting in a private booth.
The man was wearing a black suit, leaning back on the sofa. His head was tilted slightly, staring at the woman opposite who was speaking with her red lips...
Meanwhile, the woman was wearing an alluring red dress. She leaned back on the sofa, staring at the man across from him, talking about something in detail.
Amelia couldn't see their expressions clearly, but the atmosphere reminded her of the time he took her to a French restaurant.
She didn't want to believe that the two were on a date, but her heart wouldn't stop racing at the thought of it.
Her fear completely overwhelmed any courage she had, and she didn't even dare to walk over.
She froze in place, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to walk towards the restaurant.
As soon as she crossed the sidewalk and got to the side of the road, she saw James suddenly turning his head and looking out of the window.
Upon meeting his gaze, which seemed to be fixed on her, she quickly raised her hand and waved at him, but...
There was no expression on his beautiful, ethereal face. It was so cold that it could make one tremble.
The indifference in those eyes was colder than the look in his eyes he had when they were together three years ago.
Amelia's raised hand froze in mid-air in the face of that unapproachable, icy expression.
She remembered that when she first agreed to be with him, she was worried that he would treat her coldly after getting what he wanted.
Right then, he possessed her, both in body and soul. Was her fear coming true?
Amelia stood on the spot, numb for a moment. Then, she slowly lowered her hand.
She squeezed her fists tightly and looked at James carefully, but still couldn't believe that he would look at her with such
indifferent eyes.
She suspected that he only looked like that because he hadn't seen her at all. Thus, she picked up her pace and walked a few steps closer.
However, the man in the seat looked aloof. He only lowered his eyelashes and gave her a frosty look.
Seeing his icy gaze, Amelia stopped in place, and the blood all over her body went cold. She couldn't believe it. The man in front of her, who had treated her like she was the center of his world three days ago, was turning his head away and treating her indifferently.
The light in her eyes gradually faded, and all the courage she had built up also dissipated, making her afraid to take another step forward...
However, it was exactly because she had always backed off that they had such a horrible past.
Since she was right in front of him, she had to ask for an answer...
Amelia clenched her fists. She mustered up her courage again and quickly went to the door of the restaurant.
She wanted to rush in to go to James, but the security guard stopped her.
"Miss, this place has been reserved by Ms. Davies. Please show your invitation card if you want to come in," he said.
"I'm here to see Ms. Davies and Mr. Evans. Please let me in..."
Amelia kept repeating herself, but the guard refused to let her in.
She could only stand at the door of the restaurant at a loss, turning her head and looking at the people inside.
James had been staring out of the window, and he was probably able to see how she tried to beg the guards, but he remained unmoved.
Amelia's heart ached, feeling suffocated. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably.
At that moment, however, the nighttime rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring down on her body.
Amelia was drenched in the rain. She picked up her move to the window step by step, staring at James.
After quietly staring at his gorgeous side profile for a moment, she stood on her tiptoes and reached out to knock on the glass.
Before she could touch the glass, Jessica grabbed her wrist.
"Ms. Garcia, you've seen his attitude towards you. Why don't you give up?" she asked.
Holding an umbrella, Jessica looked down at Amelia who was drenched.
"How pitiful. You should have listened to my advice earlier, so that this wouldn't have happened to you."
Amelia broke away from Jessica's hand. After shooting her a cold look, she still refused to give up and knocked on the window.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jessica stopped her with the umbrella in her hand, looking at her with greater contempt.
"Ms. Garcia, you begged the security guard to let you in just now. Even though James could see you, he didn't do anything. What does that mean?" she prompted.
She continued, "Clearly, he doesn't want to help you in front of his new lover. Think about it. He's already being so heartless. Why are you still begging him and refusing to give up?"
Amelia clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails dug into her palms, pricking her skin and causing them to bleed. The pain made her feel a bit better.
She was not in the mood, nor did she have the energy to argue with Jessica. Despite that, Jessica kept nagging her.
"Hurry up and wake up, Ms. Garcia," she taunted.
"James is only with you because he thinks you are pretty and has a good figure, and you can entertain him in bed."
She continued, "As soon as he finds a new target, he'll become cold to you. Don't think that he still loves you just because he hasn't broken up with you."
"Men always give the cold shoulder to force women to break up with them. I'm sure you're well aware of that, right?"
"So, you should stop putting on such a bitter act here. No one cares, and James won't sympathize with you, so why bother..."
Amelia, who had been pushed to her limits, raised her hand when she heard those harsh words. She gave Jessica a violent slap to the face.
"Shut up!"
Her slap was full of power. She used all her strength to smack Jessica's cheek quickly, and within a few seconds, it began swelling up.
Jessica froze in place, as if she didn't expect the delicate and weak Amelia to use violence. It made her tremble all over with
anger.
She raised her hand and wanted to slap her back, but Amelia grabbed her wrist.
Before Jessica could fight back, she was pushed to the ground.
With an icy look on her face, Amelia raised her foot and stepped on Jessica, who was about to get up.
She crushed her aggressively, as if she was venting all the rage in her heart.
If Jessica's bodyguard hadn't rushed over to push Amelia away in time, Jessica might have been trampled to death by her...
Jessica, who was powerful in Washington, would never let Amelia go after getting bullied by someone insignificant like her.
"Hold her down for me!"
After Jessica ordered the bodyguard to hold Amelia down, she raised her hand and prepared to give her a hard smack to the face.
At this moment, a group of people in black suits came out of the restaurant. Jessica instantly caught sight of James.
She was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand. After quickly waving her hand to make the bodyguard retreat, she turned around and ran away, giving up on her revenge.
Seeing Jessica leaving in a panic, Amelia turned her head and looked at the man who appeared at the door of the restaurant.
"James..."
Just as she was about to call out to him, she saw him open up a big black umbrella for Emelyn, who was following him.
He didn't look at her from the beginning to the end. Amelia wasn't sure if he didn't see her, or if he was completely ignoring her existence.
She simply stared blankly at the man who had said that he would make it up to her for the rest of his life as he held an umbrella for another woman.
Amelia was dazed for a moment. She comforted herself, thinking that it was raining heavily, and that it was natural for a gentleman like James to open up an umbrella for his companion.
She gathered all the courage she had, stepping through the puddles while drenched in heavy rain, and quickly caught up to the group of people.
"James!"
She ran and called his name, but he didn't respond. Maybe it was because the rain was so heavy that he couldn't hear her.
Amelia could only speed up. However, they were walking very fast, as if they were going to do something important. Amelia couldn't keep up at all.
When Amelia was finally out of breath, the group of people suddenly stopped in front of a luxurious hotel.
She thought James was just dropping Emelyn off at the hotel, but she saw him entering the hotel side by side with her.
Amelia's heart sank. She chased after them frantically, but her feet slipped in her panic, and she fell to the ground.
On the ground, she watched the two disappear into the hotel. For the last time, she parted her red lips and gently called out his name.
"James..."
Her voice was soft, as if she had exhausted all her strength and courage just to shout his name. The rain was pouring down heavily, smashing against her petite and dirty body that was covered in mud and debris.
She lay in the dirty puddle, lifeless, looking up at the night sky. When she saw the raindrops that were larger than beans falling from the sky along the street lights, she smiled wryly. Even God was mocking her foolishness...
What gave her the courage to start over with James while disregarding everything despite being hurt once before, just for those three unshakeable words? Couldn't even a near-death experience wake her up?
How much did Amelia love James, to the point of not being able to hurt him once, and to the extent that she was willing to retrace their old path without hesitation?
Thinking of the painful past that had torn her apart, Amelia suddenly laughed. The bitter smile on her pale face was even uglier than death.
She propped herself up with her hands that had open wounds, and stood up from the ground. Perhaps she was unwilling to give up, or perhaps she had decided to admit defeat.
She wobbled towards the hotel. However, before she could step inside, she was stopped by several security guards.
"Miss, this is where the Ireland royal family stays. Outsiders. are not allowed to loiter here. Please leave as soon as possible."
The Ireland royal family... such a background was something she could never reach in her lifetime. But she still deluded herself that such an exalted man would marry her...
As if she had figured it out, Amelia smiled brightly, nodded at the guards, and said, "Okay, I'll leave..."
She turned around and went down the steps one by one. Her petite figure looked extremely thin and lonely in the rain and wind.
She wanted to wait for closure, so she didn't really leave. Instead, she chose to sit on a bench far away.
She waited quietly, in this unfamiliar country, alone in the rain. Looking at the hotel's entrance, she was waiting for the man who said he loved her to the moon and back.
In her heart, she repeatedly told herself that she would choose to believe whatever he said if he came out right then.
But...
Amelia waited for a whole night. She waited until the rain subsided and the sky cleared up. As the empty streets started to fill with numerous foreigners looking at her, the man who promised to take her to see the aurora did not show up.
She lifted her numb legs and put them on the bench, hugging her knees and burying her head in her arms.
Curling up like this, she found a sense of security but it made her feel like an abandoned child all of a sudden.
Thus, she cried uncontrollably, not caring about how others would think of her.
She had never been so devastated, not even when he slapped her. This was the second time she felt that way because of the same man, a pain that no one could understand.
However, she did not blame anyone but herself. She knew that James was stubborn and would become indifferent to her after getting what he wanted yet she still accepted him again and again at his insistence.
She had never made the right decision, so it was her fault for being hurt twice by the same man. She deserved to experience the pain of going from full of anticipation to disappointment and then to despair again.
She cried bitterly, as if to cry out all the grievances of the past eight years. The loss of not being able to even ask him face-to-face, made her feel extremely broken.
She had no powerful background, no connections, and no high education. Even what she had in the designing world was her sister's.
How could she, a normal human being, dare to expect James' unattainable love? Why should she even have the audacity?
When Amelia was crying her heart out, her phone in her pocket suddenly rang. She fumbled for her phone while crying, which had been soaked in rain but still had a good waterproof performance.
When she saw the name displayed on the screen with her blurred vision, she burst into tears as if she had seen a loved one.
She didn't answer Neil's call, but only looked at the message he sent.
"The result is out. The National Space Administration is very satisfied. The first project is successfully completed, and I'm returning home. Are you following?"
Amelia slowly raised her head and looked toward the hotel's entrance. A pale smile reappeared on her tear-stained face.
James, this time, I really tried my best to be brave. But loving you was just too exhausting, too exhausting...
Amelia sat on a bench for a long time, wiping away the tears on her face. After replying to Neil's message, she found that there were several calls from a foreign number.
She glanced at them briefly, but her phone blacked out. It was displaying a low battery sign when she turned it back on.
She didn't bother herself over those missed calls. She put her phone back in her pocket, and hailed a taxi back to the villa. She entered from the backyard and didn't disturb anyone, quietly arriving at her bedroom on the second floor.
The servant who received a call from James hurriedly replied respectfully, "Ms. Garcia hasn't woken up yet, Mr. Evans."
James, who couldn't get through Amelia's phone, furrowed his brows slightly and asked, "She's usually awake at this hour, why hasn't she gotten up yet?"
The servant was alarmed by his reminder and replied, "Wait a minute, let me go check."
The servant didn't dare to hang up the phone and quickly walked in the direction of the master bedroom. After gently pushing open the door, she saw Amelia was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, sound asleep.
The servant's heart that was hanging in suspense suddenly relaxed. She quickly left the room and picked up the telephone receiver to tell James, "Sir, Ms. Garcia is really deep asleep..."
James finally relaxed, instructing the servant, "Prepare a nutritious breakfast and encourage her to eat more when she wakes up."
Then, James quickly hung up the phone as if he didn't have time, throwing his mobile phone to Emelyn beside him.
Emelyn, who was being ruthlessly treated, looked up at the man wearing a blue and green mask. A hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.
"Before the mission, in such an urgent situation, you decided to call your wife. The mission isn't over yet, but you can't wait to call her."
"You not only called her, but you also borrowed my phone. Can't you just get your own phone?"
James ignored Emelyn's complaints. He felt a sense of unease in his heart that made him increasingly irritable.
"How much longer until it's over?" Emelyn, who had a white feather mask on, turned to the side as she snorted again.
"Mr. Shawn, how can you still have the nerve to ask how much longer it will take? If you weren't distracted last night, two important targets wouldn't have escaped."
James' face remained cold, with no response, as his mind was full of Amelia.
Originally, he was supposed to head back to meet up with her after finishing the mission at the National Space Administration. However, something happened within the organization.
Although he didn't want to deal with it, Emelyn ordered someone to intercept the car he was passing by while waiting in the restaurant...
After hearing about the involvement of several thousand lives in the headquarters, he was persuaded by Emelyn to take her brother's place in solving the problem.
However, before the operation, he borrowed Emelyn's phone and called Amelia.
He wanted to talk to her in advance, but no one answered the phone. Thinking that something had happened, he quickly called home, but the servant told him that Amelia had already gone to bed.
He didn't want to wake her up so he didn't let the servant wake her to answer the phone. Because he didn't hear her voice, he was anxious all night.
The uneasiness distracted him during the operation, which resulted in two individuals escaping from under his grasp, something that had never happened before.
Before the two individuals escaped, they had unmasked Emelyn. If they didn't handle it properly today, "S" would be exposed to the public...
Thinking of this, James looked up at Zack, who was regulating the tracking route, and asked, "Have you located them?"
Zack's slender fingers operated on the keyboard for a while before he respectfully replied, "Sir, they are in the slums."
James withdrew his gaze and coldly scanned the driver, "Drive!"
It had to be finished within an hour. He had to hurry back to meet Amelia.
Emelyn, who was sitting aside, was dissatisfied and glared at James again.
Her brother and she had never made such a mistake when working together, but James...
She didn't know why their adoptive father had established Organization S for him and had everyone serve him.
Clearly, her brother and she were their adoptive father's children, while James was just an outsider, yet the adoptive father valued him greatly.
Despite her doubts, Emelyn was still very impressed when she saw James deal with the escapees without distraction.
At least his methods of dealing with those bad guys were not inferior to her brother's.