Chapter 645: Side Story Twenty-two: Inked Plum Fragrance (Twenty)
 

Amelia Smith left the ward without seeing William Lane, she walked towards the elevator and saw William Lane walking back.

William Lane noticed her eyes were red and walked closer and hugged her.

Amelia struggled slightly: “There are people around.”

“Where are the people?” William Lane lightly kissed her face, “Besides, what’s wrong with hugging my own wife? Does it bother them?”

Amelia laughed: “You seem a bit childish.”

“Childish is good; it makes me look young so that others won’t think I’m old.”

“Who said you’re old?”

“Your young brother.” William Lane replied.

“Hmm?” Amelia raised her head to look at him, “Didn’t he leave?”

“He just left.” William Lane held her face and rubbed it, “He said if I don’t treat you well, he will find someone to get rid of me.”

Amelia’s mouth twitched: “Then what?”

“After that…” William Lane said, “I told him that all future assassination attempts will be on his head.”

“Is it that dangerous?” Amelia asked.

William Lane nodded.

“Can I still escape now?”

William Lane laughed: “It’s too late. You don’t have a chance to run anymore.”

Amelia smiled and leaned back on William Lane’s shoulder and rested for a while.

William Lane touched her head and let her rest for a while before saying, “Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

William Lane went to hold her left hand, his gaze passed over her right arm and saw blood on her sleeve.

He immediately grabbed her right hand and rolled up her sleeve to look.

Blood had seeped through the wound, through the gauze, and onto her clothes.

William Lane frowned: “What happened?”

“I accidentally squeezed it just now.” Amelia said softly.

William Lane glanced at her and led her by the left hand upstairs to find the doctor: “Doesn’t it hurt? You were injured, and didn’t speak up. Do you plan to wait until we get home and then come back?”

Amelia pursed her lips: “I-I didn’t know that I was bleeding.”

“Don’t you know it hurts?” William Lane said seriously.

Amelia fell silent.

Seeing that she stopped talking and looked down, William Lane paused and softened his tone: “Was I too fierce?”

Amelia looked at him and shook her head: “It’s okay, just like Dad.”

William Lane: “……??????”

At this moment, Amelia actually grinned.

William Lane felt like he was going to faint from anger. He let go of her hand, and lightly patted her butt.

Amelia subconsciously covered her butt, her face turned beet red. She looked around to make sure no one was there, then glared at William Lane and whispered, “What are you doing!”

“Teaching a disobedient child a lesson.” William Lane said solemnly, “What are you blushing for?”

Amelia covered her face again: “You’re the one blushing.”

After saying that, she walked away first.

William Lane smiled as he looked at her retreating figure.

The wound on her arm had only cracked open the skin, which wasn’t severe. After applying medicine and re-dressing the wound, William Lane and Amelia went home.

Max Smith was locked up in the villa and Amelia did not go to see him.

William Lane took care of that; how he did it, whether he hit Max, or anything else, Amelia never asked.

Even when they sent Max away, Amelia did not show her face.

She knew that William Lane had sent Max to where Daniel Harrison had temporarily rented a place.

William Lane told her that as long as she didn’t want to see Max, he would never appear in her life again.

The couple had a meal together at noon, and William Lane had to go to the company.

He wanted to take Amelia with him, but she refused. So, he took her to the study: “If you get bored, you can read the books here. You can read any of them. If they’re too high up, just ask James to get them for you.”

Amelia looked at the books on the three walls in the study, her eyes shining.

She casually glanced at some of the books’ titles and then looked at William Lane: “I might not understand some of these.”

“You can save the parts you don’t understand, and I’ll explain them when I get back.” William Lane looked at her lovingly.

“Did you read all of them?” Amelia looked at him with admiration.

“Almost.” William Lane looked at her clear eyes, couldn’t help it, and pinned her against the bookshelf for a kiss.

While Amelia’s mind was still in the ocean of knowledge, William Lane’s thoughts had already drifted to creating life and contributing to procreation.

Amelia, feeling dazed, subconsciously pushed him away, but she couldn’t, and she was soon under William Lane’s control.

After a long time, William Lane finally let her go when he felt he might not be able to go to work in the afternoon if he didn’t stop.

Amelia’s face was so red that it looked like it would bleed, she lowered her head and didn’t dare to look at William Lane.

William Lane laughed, helped her button up the front of her clothing, and patted her head: “I’m going to work now.”

“Okay.” Amelia answered softly.

It wasn’t until a few minutes after William Lane had left that she slowly moved.

Then she stiffly walked to the bookshelf on the other side of the room.

She stood by the bookshelf, keeping her hands on her chest, feeling that every part of her body was hot.

But the place where her hands were covering seemed to be even hotter.

His kiss had landed there…

…

Amelia’s efficiency in the afternoon wasn’t high; for the first two hours, her mind was filled with William Lane and she couldn’t calm down.

Later on, she slowly started reading the book.

William Lane did not come back for dinner.

He had been busy at the company until after ten o’clock before he returned.

When he came back, Amelia was waiting for him in the living room.

“You’re back?” Amelia stood up, “Aunt made soup, want some?”

As soon as William Lane came back and saw her waiting in the living room, he felt less tired: “You were waiting for me?”

“Yes.”

William Lane leaned over and kissed her eyes: “Don’t wait for me in the future. Go to bed early.”

“When I go to work, I definitely won’t wait for you.” Amelia said.

“Then have a good rest these few days.” William Lane rubbed her hair, “You don’t have to wait for me.”

Amelia didn’t answer, and followed him inside: “Do you want to drink the soup? Aunt’s soup is delicious.”

“Alright.”

They both drank the soup together. William Lane went to the guestroom to take a shower, and Amelia helped Aunt clean up before going back to her room to prepare for bed.

Just as she was about to sleep, someone knocked on the door.

She got up to open the door and saw William Lane wearing a sleeping robe standing outside.

He had just taken a shower, dried his hair, and his body smelled of shower gel.

“What’s wrong?” Amelia asked.

William Lane smiled: “Come to sleep.”

“What?” Amelia froze and couldn’t believe what she had just heard, “Come what?”

“We, as a couple, have been separated for a long time. It’s time for us to sleep together.”

Amelia stared with wide eyes, unable to react, and even felt like running away.

Seeing her about to run, William Lane bent down, grabbed her waist, and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.