Amelia blushed, her lips parted as she tried to speak but couldn't get the words out.
"Well, I can't do it," she said, covering her face with her hand to hide her embarrassment.
"What? You can't?" James asked, biting her earlobe and causing her to shiver.
Amelia flinched and tried to avoid him, but he kept breathing on her and preventing her from escaping.
"I'll make you do it in a while."
James effortlessly untied the complicated wedding dress that several dressmakers had helped Amelia put on. He threw it aside and looked at the woman wearing only pasties with lust in his eyes.
He seemed to have never seen such stuff before, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What is this?" he asked.
Seeing that he was confused, Amelia fooled him with a red face.
"It's an anti-pervert stuff."
James looked at her and understood that she was mocking him from her smile.
He gave a loving smile and touched her most sensitive spot.
"Honey, you're naughty. You need to be punished."
His low, husky, and pleasant voice was like a spell, making Amelia unable to move and her breathing quicken. She stared at the man on top of her, noticing that his hair and suit were still neat and tidy, while she was always the one who lost her cool first.
Not to be outdone, she reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pressed him down with all her might.
James was always in control in these situations, but this time, Amelia suddenly pinned him down and sat on him.
James was surprised and delighted. "Honey, would you like to move?"
Amelia boldly flirted with him and lowered her head to rub against his earlobe as he did. "Together, okay?"
Her hot and fragrant breath was like a warm current, making James feel hot in his lower abdomen.
He reached out to grab her wrist, wanting to take back control, but Amelia grabbed his tie and said shyly, "Wait! Let me do it."
"Hmm?" James raised his eyebrows.
Amelia untied the black tie and covered his eyes with it, then tied it on the back of his head.
In the darkness, James smiled faintly. "So you like this trick."
Amelia whispered in his ear, "Do you know what my zodiac sign is?"
James tilted his head slightly. "Scorpio."
After he spoke, he grabbed her waist. "Honey, you're really vindictive."
He had covered her eyes with a tie before, and now, years later, she was getting her revenge. But he was happy to let her do that.
Amelia poked his strong chest with her sharp nails. "Glad that you realize it. Behave yourself from now on."
James smiled and said, "I'll listen to you no matter whether we're in bed from now on, okay?"
Amelia-replied, "Good." She wanted to get up, but James grabbed her with one hand.
"The condition is, you have to satisfy me tonight."
"Let's take a shower first."
"All right. Let's go to the bathroom."
"No way! You have a wound on your back."
"It's no big deal at all."
In the bathroom, James was blindfolded and completely soaked.
For the first time, he was forced into a corner by her in Sex.
The woman who had turned him in still stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Evans, you look weak."
James couldn't stand it anymore and quickly took off the tie covering his eyes.
Amelia thought he would throw it away, but he used it to tie her wrists.
He quickly tied a knot and pressed her against the wall of the bathtub.
"Honey, enough is enough. It's time to get down to business."
In order to prove that he wasn't weak, he pressed Amelia so hard that she hardly bear it. She grabbed his shoulders and sobbed, "No! Let go!"
James held her waist and coaxed her, "Call me honey, and I'll let you go."
Amelia was so shy that she blushed. In order to break free, she whispered, "Honey."
However, calling him honey didn't help at all. James not only didn't let her go but also did it crazily,
They had Sex multiple times in a row on the bed, in the bathroom, in the pool, and on the floor during the night.
The ship was moving on the sea, and it swayed several times just because of them.
If someone were to see the scene inside the ship through the glass, they would undoubtedly be filled with excitement and blush with shyness.
At dawn, Amelia heard James pant heavily and heavily, then he kissed her hard on the lips, and Amelia couldn't help but moan.
When she relaxed completely, the man who was holding her on his lap bit her earlobe and whispered, "Honey, one more time."
This man seemed to have completely unleashed his animalistic nature after getting married. He had Sex with her endlessly.
Amelia lay on his shoulder and weakly said, "James, you can't do it again in the next month."
James raised his thick eyebrows slightly upon hearing the phrase 'in the next month.'
"Honey, one month is too long. How about one week?"
Amelia lightly scratched his back, causing the man to gasp.
"Ouch! It hurts."
"I can also feel the pain," complained Amelia.
Amelia's private part was probably already swollen, yet he still wanted to continue. He was really insane.
After hearing she was feeling pain, James didn't dare to continue.
He believed that his wife's health was more important than satisfying his own desires.
He placed Amelia on the round bed and covered her with a quilt.
Before doing so, he checked her private part.
James felt a pang of sadness in his heart when he found it had turned red.
"Honey, I'm going to get you some medicine."
Amelia's face turned red, she wanted to ask him not to go, but he had already stood up.
James quickly fetched the medicine and naturally helped her apply it to her private part.
Amelia felt embarrassed and pulled the blanket over herself, including her head.
Her shy look aroused James again.
He quickly applied the medicine on her and hurried to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water could be heard coming from the bathroom.
The man shivering from the cold water under the shower head gradually calmed down.
Amelia was very tired. Before James came out, she felt drowsy and fell asleep.
When James finished drying his hair and came out of the bathroom, he found the woman on the bed was already in a sound sleep.
Her lovely appearance made James feel warm and comforted as if there is nothing more important in the world than her.
It had been ten, or rather eleven, years. He finally won her body and her heart.
For the rest of his life, she would be his only wife and the only woman on his tombstone.
When Amelia was alive, she was his; after she passed away, she was still his. He wouldn't allow anyone to take Amelia away from him, including God.
James got into bed and held her tightly in his arms.
With his wife in his arms, he slept peacefully until the next afternoon.
The loud noise of the massive ship violently shaking and deviating from its course abruptly woke James up.
James went to check on Amelia right away and breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw that she hadn't been disturbed.
He tucked her in, then quietly got out of bed, got dressed, and quickly walked out of the room.
Zack, who was standing outside the room, put down his hand that was about to knock when he saw James come out. "Sir, Master Davies has arrived."
James usually traveled abroad with Zack, so Andrew didn't come with them this time.
"He's on that ship, and he invites you for a chat," Zack said while pointing in a direction.
James looked over at the huge cruise sailing alongside theirs. On the deck of the cruise stood an elegant man in a beret.
When the man saw James, he took off his beret with a faint smile.
James' gentle expression suddenly darkened, and his sharp eyes became tinged with hostility. "How did he know my sailing route?"
"They must have followed ours after we set sail," Zack replied.
In other words, Master Davies Davies had been following James since James left the castle.
James didn't like the feeling of being controlled and monitored, and his face became even sullener.
Master Davies opened his mouth but didn't utter any sound on his cruise. James, however, read his lips.
James clenched his fists, turned around, and glanced at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed.
A few seconds later, James turned back and coldly ordered Zack, "Protect her well!"
After that, James took the gun from Zack's waist and led a group of bodyguards onto Master Davies's huge cruise.
Master Davies, the man in his fifties was well-maintained with elegant charisma and a gentlemanly demeanor.
When he saw James board the cruise, a faint smile appeared on his elegant and composed face. "James, congratulations on your marriage!"
Master Davies had trained James, teaching him how to shoot and strategize since James was young. Every time James met him, he would show some respect for him.
But now, the respect had completely disappeared since the moment Master Davies sent Emelyn to kidnap Amelia and threatened James.
James held the gun tightly in his hand with no expression on his face, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"
Master Davies raised his hand in a leather glove and patted James on the shoulder. "Of course, I came to congratulate you on your marriage."
After James pushed away his hand with the gun, he stared at him and sneered. "Oh? Really?"
If he were truly here to congratulate James on his wedding, how would he follow James and hit his cruise?
Master Davies smiled elegantly. "Of course, I want to talk about Erebus with you."
Amelia was awakened by a ringing phone.
She reached out to grab her phone without even looking at the caller ID.
A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the line. "Ms. Garcia, have you made up your mind about exchanging Grace for the information about your identity?"
Upon hearing Jocelyn's voice, Amelia finally looked at her phone. It was an unfamiliar number from another country.
"Yes, I have," Amelia replied.
"When will you send Grace back to Ireland then?" Jocelyn asked, "I won't send her back," Amelia said, rubbing her forehead and sitting up straight.
"Why not? I thought you had thought it through." Jocelyn's voice became cold, which woke Amelia up completely.
"I just won't send her back. What's there to consider?" Amelia's tone was clearly aggressive.
Jocelyn was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her tone and asked softly, "Ms. Garcia, don't you want to know who your real parents are?"
"I don't want to know," Amelia said, hanging up the phone. She didn't care whose daughter she was. She wouldn't get any benefits from it, after all.
Besides, knowing her true identity might remind her of the old grudges from the previous generation and makes her lose her sweet home. She didn't want to lose the family she had finally built. Nor did she want to lose James, who loved her so much that he would even give up his life for her.
Amelia put down her phone and looked around, but didn't see James anywhere.
She thought he might have gone downstairs to eat after waking up, and she looked at the few large suitcases in the room.
Her legs were weak. She struggled to get out of the bed, her lower body in excruciating pain as if it had been torn apart.
James was too strong. Every time they had Sex, it felt like he was trying to kill her, causing her unbearable pain.
Amelia felt great when they were doing that, but really in pain after finishing.
She leaned against the wall and took a few steps towards the suitcases, struggling to squat down and open them.
She remembered Stella had told her to open her suitcase only after taking a bath at night.
James was too impatient last night and Amelia forgot to open the suitcase from Stella, and she didn't know if she had missed anything.
Amelia was a little excited and a little nervous as she opened the suitcase. Inside were filled with medicine and a set of black sexy underwear with lace edges. It was extremely revealing.
Amelia thought to herself, "Stella is really naughty. She actually gave me such a gift? Does she think I haven't been tortured enough?"
She threw the underwear aside and continued to check the stuff in the suitcase.
Then, Amelia's face turned red.
There were all kinds of love-making props.
Besides, there were even user manuals.
Blushing, Amelia reached out and took the sticker that Stella had stuck in the suitcase.
[Amelia, work hard with Mr. Evans and try to get a child as soon as possible].
Amelia was too embarrassed to check the suitcase anymore and closed it.
Her gaze shifted to the suitcase that Eva had given her.
Amelia wondered, "Eva isn't a doctor. She wouldn't urge me to have a baby, right?"
Amelia was a little nervous and excited as she slowly opened Eva's suitcase.
Eva was really Stella's friend. The gift from her was exactly the same as Stella's.
With another snap, Amelia closed Eva's suitcase and looked toward Grace's.
Then, Amelia thought, "It's a wedding gift from a child. It shouldn't be so obscene, right?"
She quickly opened it and found there were only three bank cards inside without any dirty stuff, each with a note attached.
The first bank card was Eva's. She said: [Amelia, I give you all the money I earned from working at nightclubs as a wedding gift].
The second bank card was Stella's. [Amelia, all the money I earned from running a hospital is for you now. Happy marriage!]
The third bank card was Grace's. [Auntie, this is the money I got from the adults. It's for you now. Happy marriage!]
Amelia held the three bank cards, her eyes moist with tears, her heart filled with warmth.
She had such good friends and such a good niece. Why bother investigating her origins? She had them, and that was enough.
She put the bank cards back, closed the suitcase, and took a set of pajamas from her own suitcase before heading to the bathroom.
As she passed by the floor-to-ceiling window, she casually pressed the switch, and the automatic curtains slowly opened.
She had only intended to take a shower after opening the curtains, but she saw James' figure on the opposite cruise.
"Why is he on someone else's cruise?" wondered Amelia.
She put down her pajamas, put on her clothes, walked out of the room, and went to the top deck. She leaned against the railing, gazing at the man who was exuding a cold and aloof aura in a black suit.
A middle-aged man was standing opposite James.
The man was getting on in years, but he looked calm and elegant.
Amelia didn't know him but was attracted by his elegant temperament. She couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Master Davies seemed to notice her gaze and looked at her indifferently.
The moment their eyes met, Master Davies stiffened. He pushed James away and took a step forward. "Sumasa!"
"No, Sumasa passed away long ago. That young lady looks so young. She can't be Sumasa," thought Master Davies to himself as he stared at Amelia in a daze.
James's face darkened slightly.
"Master Davies, do you know my wife?"
Master Davies snapped out of his daze and regained his composure.
"She's your new wife?"
Master Davies didn't answer, but instead asked a question.
"You haven't checked her background?" asked James.
He wondered, "He's monitoring me, isn't he? He didn't even investigate my wife's background?"
Master Davies turned his head and glanced at James, who was full of vigilance towards him.
"James, I treat you like my own son. Why would I Investigate your wife?"
The suspicion in James' eyes disappeared in an instant. Master Davies indeed treated him better than treating his own son.
James was also puzzled by this when he was young, but as he grew older, he realized it was probably because he could bring Master Davies benefit.
But Master Davies never overused James, and even the tasks he assigned were actions to help James make great achievements in the business world.
While James was lost in thought, Master Davies turned his body and patted his shoulder.
"James, your new bride looks exactly like the second young lady of the Clark family before she was disfigured. Did you not check her background before marrying her?"
James's body stiffened, and he slowly looked toward Amelia.
The woman on the cruise saw him looking at her and quickly raised her hand, waving at him foolishly.
"She's an orphan and has nothing to do with the Clark family," said James.
Inwardly, he added, "Even if she were, so what? She's my wife, and no one could stop us from loving each other."
"You better check it out. Otherwise, your sweet wife might be pushed so hard to kill herself by the Evans family again," reminded Master Davies.
James was taken aback by that, and his beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"What do you mean by 'again'?"
James wondered if the Evans had pushed someone else's wife so hard that she even killed herself before.
"When my game is over, you'll see."
Master Davies kept it a secret, putting on his beret and patting James' shoulder again before walking back into the cruise.
James frowned even more as he looked at the back of this calm and composed man.
When James returned to his own cruise and returned the gun to Zack, Zack stopped him.
"Mr. Shawn, Peter just sent me some information about Mrs. Evans's family background."
Zack handed his phone to James.
"It's all in this file. Please take a look!"
James gazed down to have a look. When he saw the name "Clark" displayed on the screen, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
He stretched out his long fingers and took the phone. Just as he wanted to scroll down, a soft voice sounded behind him.
"James, I have a wedding gift for you. Come upstairs with me! Hurry up!"
James quickly pushed the phone back to Zack, winked at him, and turned to walk toward Amelia.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" asked James.
"I was woken up by Jocelyn's call."
James paused and lowered his head, looking at Amelia who was standing in front of him.
"What did she say to you?" asked James.
"She wanted to exchange my family background for Grace. I didn't agree."
James's eyebrows are a little unbent. Suddenly, he became a little scared and hugged Amelia tightly.
"Amelia, no matter what happens in the future, you must believe that I will never ever hurt you."
Hearing this, Amelia raised her head in his embrace and noticed that his face was a little pale.
"What did that gentleman say to you just now?" she asked.
The great changes in his emotions must have something to do with that elegant gentleman.
James shook his head. He was unsure how to tell her that he would be going to Erebus alone in six months.
"Amelia, that gentleman just now was from Organization S. He discussed something with me," James replied after a moment of hesitation, but he didn't tell her what it was about.
Erebus was indeed a dangerous place, and he didn't want Amelia to worry about him during the next six months.
"So, he's Mr. Davies?" Amelia murmured as she watched the
cruise that was sailing away. She then turned to ask James, "What did he want from you?"
Master Davies had sent Emelyn to kidnap Amelia and threaten James, and after that failed, he came to see James in person. Amelia believed there must be something important.
"It's just an internal matter of Organization S, you don't need to worry too much," James replied, not wanting to tell her more.
Amelia then took his arm and said, "James, come with me to the rooftop. I have a gift for you."
"What did you call me?" James asked, holding her waist with one hand and staring at her while grabbing her by the chin.
"Honey," Amelia called out, still feeling awkward.
"Remember, I'm your husband, and you should call me that for the rest of your life," James said, his tone dominant and forceful as he lightly pinched her cheek with his fingertip.
"If you forget, I'll punish you in bed until you remember."
Amelia raised her chin and smiled at him, "But you just called me Amelia, not honey. Should you be punished too?"
"Well, you can punish me in bed once," James replied, and Amelia knew she couldn't win against him when arguing. She thought she had better not set up traps for herself.
As they walked towards the rooftop, James suddenly picked her up into his arms. Then he stared down at her fair face with a smile.
"You just applied some medicine. Don't walk for so long," he explained, causing Amelia's ears to turn red and her face to flush at the thought that the bodyguards on the deck might have heard him.
James brought her to the rooftop and gently placed her on the sofa before kneeling in front of her and asking, "What gift did you prepare for me?"
Amelia handed him a small bag and took out a bank card from it, saying, "Honey, this is my money. It's not much, but it's all yours now."
Amelia had earned nearly a billion dollars from helping her sister design something. Besides, she got a lot from helping the Evans Group with the design of the headquarters' reconstruction. Although it was still far less than James's wealth, that was all she had.
She hadn't bought him anything since they had gotten together, but she would do her best to give him everything she could from now on.
James shifted his gaze from the bank card to her face. His heart melted when he looked at her clear eyes.
"Are you a fool? How would someone give her husband all her money?"
James glanced at her before taking the bank card and putting it back in her hand.
"Everything you have, before and after marriage, belongs to you, and everything I have belongs to you too. If something happens to me and I'm gone one day, all my assets will be yours."
Amelia didn't like to hear that. She broke free from his hands, frowned, and looked at him.
"Say it again, I dare you."
"I said..."
James wanted to repeat himself, but he stopped when he saw her eyes turning red.
He was a little flustered and reached out to hug her.
"All right. I won't say that again. Don't be angry, okay?"
"No!"
Amelia pushed him away, looking nervous and worried as she stared at him.
"You had a brain tumor before, and it could relapse. Yet you keep saying words like these. Do you just want to upset me?"
James stiffened. He thought he could hide it from her, but it turned out that he couldn't.
He reached out and touched her pale face.
"I'm sorry. I won't say anything like that again. Don't worry, okay?"
With red eyes, Amelia stared at him for a few seconds before throwing herself into his arms.
"You promised me that if I called your husband, you'd be mine forever. As my husband, you must be safe and sound. Don't let anything bad happen to you."
James held her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Okay, I promise. I'll be safe and sound."
They would grow old together like the vows they made at their wedding.
Hearing his promise, Amelia finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She pushed James away and looked at the bank card in her hand.
"Since you don't want my money, I'll buy you clothes and gifts in the future."
James didn't need anything, and he didn't need her to spend money buying things for him.
But since she wanted to do it out of love, James nodded.
"Okay."
It was said that Christopher's and Sebastian's wives never bought clothes for them after getting married.
When James wore the clothes Amelia bought for him to go to work, Christopher and Sebastian would probably be jealous.
Thinking of this, James felt inexplicably happy and looked forward to it. He patted Amelia's little head.
"Buy me clothes when we get back."
Amelia sweetly replied, "Okay"
As the two of them hugged each other affectionately, the phone next to them rang. It was from Jocelyn.
Amelia directly hung up and turned off her phone.
James saw this and furrowed his eyebrows, lost in thought for a long time.
In the end, he chose to tell her the truth. "Honey, Zack just found out about your background. Do you want to see it?"
Amelia paused for a moment while turning off her phone. before she looked up at him. "No, I don't."
James was surprised for a moment and asked, "Don't you care about it?"
Amelia shook her head with determination. "It's not that I don't care about it, but I've been an orphan for the first half of my life, and I don't think I need a family."
"Before my sister took me on the run, my mother had already passed away, and my father seemed to have never cared about us."
"In addition, Jocelyn knew my mother, which means my mother may have come from a prominent family."
"But such a prominent family didn't care about my mother and let my sister take me on the run."
"What's the point of me knowing who my grandmother and father are?"
Jocelyn had said that if Amelia knew who her mother was, she wouldn't have married James. Therefore, Amelia didn't want to know about it at all.
She only wanted to spend the rest life with James. If she was lucky, they would have children. Only this was her home and her family for the rest of her life.
Amelia had seen it through and cared about the future, so
she wouldn't want to know the past, even if it was about her mother whom she had never seen before.
Skender must know who Amelia's mother was and what had happened, but she did not return to her parents' family.
It was enough to prove that Skender was disappointed in her family. That was why she would rather accept the financial support of Aaron in Ireland than go back home.
Even Skender, a person who knew the truth, made such a choice. How would Amelia, who had been alone for only thirty years, care about what had happened in the past?
Hearing what she said, James felt relieved, but he was still a little worried. "What if I have a deep grudge against you?"
Amelia thought for a few seconds and asked, "You killed my mother?"
James frowned. "I'm only one year older than you. I was just a little boy when your mother passed away. How could I kill your mother?"
When he checked the information about Skender, he knew that Skender's mother passed away not long after she gave birth to Amelia.
Amelia tilted her head to one side and looked at him. "Since you didn't kill my mother, how would we have deep hatred against each other."
Except for her mother and her sister, other relatives didn't seem important to Amelia. She didn't know the truth and couldn't judge, but she felt that it was none of her business.
James stared at Amelia for a while and then touched her hair.
"I see. Thank you, honey."
"If you want to thank me, go and cook a meal for me."
James was stunned as if he couldn't believe it.
"Didn't you say that the food I cooked tasted terrible?"
Amelia even frowned and shouted that he couldn't enter the kitchen again.
"This is the first day after we get married. Of course, you should cook."
She must have a go at him.
If he cooked the meal obediently, Amelia would let him do everything at home from now on.
As for whether it tasted bad or not, she didn't care.
James saw through her mind at a glance. He raised his hand and rubbed her nose dotingly.
"Okay, I'll do it right down."
The man stood up and went to the kitchen in the kitchen. Zack followed him with his phone in his hand.
"Sir, do you still want to read the files?"
"Just tell me!"
James said coldly without raising his head as if he didn't care about it after talking with Amelia.
Zack nodded respectfully and said,
"Sir, Mrs. Evans is the daughter of Sumasa, the second lady of the Clark family."
Hearing the word "Sumasa", James paused for a second.
When Master Davies saw Amelia, he called her Sumasa.
James had thought that Master Davies was mistaken. It turned out that he really knew Sumasa.
James was confused. Even he, who had a feud with the Clark family, didn't know Sumasa. How would Master Davies, who had nothing to do with the Clark family, know Sumasa?
Besides, Jocelyn said that Amelia looked exactly like the Sumasa before Sumasa was disfigured, which meant that Master Davies had known Sumasa for a long time.
"Zack, didn't you see the photo of Mr. Davies's first love when you were a child? What does he look like?"
Zack, who was about to continue reporting, was stunned by the sudden question. Then he thought of his childhood.
He was also beaten to death after touching a photo in a book of Master Davies's.
If it weren't for Mr. Shawn's protection, Zack would have been dead.
But at that time, Zack had just taken a glance at the photo and he didn't remember it.
"I don't remember her appearance, but I
remember the name on the photo."
"What's her name?"