Chapter 627: Extra Four: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Part Two)
“What are you afraid of?” William Lane laughed a bit.
“What are you laughing at?” Amelia Smith looked at him.
“It’s funny,” William Lane said, “My mom really likes you.”
Amelia Smith took her eyes off him and looked out the car window without speaking.
Of course she would like her as a student.
But as someone’s girlfriend, even just for fun. With her background, standing with William Lane... It’s bound to provoke others.
As Amelia Smith thought about this, she noticed the passing scenery didn’t seem right and turned to ask, “Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“I have to work,” Amelia Smith said, “Please, drop me off ahead and I’ll ride a bike there.”
William Lane didn’t stop the car.
“Young Master Lane.”
“Don’t go,” William Lane said.
“I have to make money,” Amelia Smith said.
William Lane glanced at her, seeing she was about to get angry, and asked, “Still at the coffee shop?”
“Yes,” Amelia Smith paused before saying, “Last time I went to the clubhouse, I was a substitute for a friend. I had a decent job there, what’s with the anger?”
“You had a decent job, but were the people there decent?” William Lane said.
“You went there too,” Amelia Smith said.
“I had business.”
“Everyone else had business too,” Amelia Smith said, “Besides, I’m not a child, can’t I protect myself from being bullied?”
“Tsk,” William Lane frowned, “Why do you always have so many reasons?”
Amelia Smith closed her mouth, her doe eyes blinked, and then she said, “I won’t go anymore.”
William Lane took her to the street where the coffee shop was located but didn’t go to the coffee shop itself, “I’ll pick you up tonight.”
Amelia Smith got out of the car first before saying, “No need. I can manage by myself.”
As she finished speaking, she didn’t give William Lane time to argue, she closed the car door and left.
William Lane: “......”
Despite what she said, after finishing his work, William Lane still came to pick her up.
He parked his car at the street corner and walked over to fetch her.
Upon reaching the entrance of the coffee shop, he had to wait outside for her.
According to Amelia Smith, his car, clothes, and disposition were not compatible with her part-time job.
So he was just a “disreputable” presence.
As he neared the entrance, William Lane sent her a message to let her know he was outside.
Amelia lowered her gaze, her fingers gently scratching the sofa.
William Lane took a deep breath: “Do I really disgust you that much? You don’t even give me a second glance despite me chasing you all day, yet you immediately like someone else.”
Amelia’s hands slowly clenched.
Seeing that she didn’t want to talk, William Lane stood in front of her for a while before sitting down on the other side of the sofa.
The two of them sat quietly at the ends of the sofa for a while, and then William Lane said, “Go rest.”
Amelia replied softly, got up to leave, and then quietly said, “You should rest early too.”
As she was about to leave, William Lane suddenly got up, walked over to her, and grabbed her wrist.
Then he sat down on the sofa, pulling Amelia onto his lap.
While Amelia was still in shock from the sudden fall, he pinched her face and kissed her.
Their lips touched softly, and a cold sensation traveled from her mouth to her brain.
Her face was squeezed tightly, her lips parted...
Amelia’s eyes widened in shock, as she became dumbfounded.
It was only when William Lane’s grip tightened around her waist that she snapped back to her senses and tried to push him away with her hands on his shoulders.
But William Lane was too strong and could not be pushed away.
Amelia’s remaining rationality made her struggle.
After struggling for a while, William Lane finally let go of her.
Amelia pushed him away, stood up immediately, her eyes red, breathing heavily, looking at him with unbelievable and somewhat pitiful incredulity.
William Lane leaned back on the sofa, his neatly dressed shirt wrinkled, his thin lips turning red, and the lust in his eyes burst forth without any concealment.
He looked up at Amelia.
“You’re not allowed to go to the coffee shop anymore. If you want to work, I’ll arrange it for you.” The hoarseness in William Lane’s voice was evident.
“I don’t need it.” Amelia’s voice was also hoarse, but she was on the verge of tears.
William Lane didn’t give in: “I’ll give you a choice. Either don’t go to the coffee shop, or go one more time tomorrow and never come out of this villa.”
“You...”
William Lane’s eyes grew darker.
“Bastard.” Amelia wiped her lips and turned to leave.
William Lane looked down and called, “James Lane.”
A man in black suddenly appeared at the entrance, blocking Amelia’s path.
“Get out of the way!”
James didn’t move.
Amelia tried pushing him a few times without success, eventually gave up, and returned to the living room, then went upstairs to her usual guest room.
When the room door closed, the living room fell silent.
William Lane sat in the living room for a long time before raising his hand to touch his own lips...