Love in Prime Years

Chapter 63 I Believe You

Lillian didn't continue, but as adults, everyone knew what she meant.

As Lillian expected, after she finished, Rufus really smiled mockingly.

Rufus looked at Amelia with disdain sharply, "I'm insulting her? If she didn't put the aphrodisiac in my

wine, and took the initiative to nag at me, I won't even touch her a bit! My taste not that bad!"

Amelia didn't immediately defend herself. Her expression was a little dazed.

She kept staring at Rufus in a daze. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes after the reunion, she could

not image there would be any ice-cold expression on his gentle face. Moreover, she couldn't feel

anything strange at all with such a expression on his face.

It was as if he should have treated her coldly, and the four years of supporting between them was like a

dream.

“Amelia!”

It wasn't until Lawrence's angry voice coming to her ears that Amelia suddenly returned to her senses.

She didn't want to endure these inexplicable slanders, she truthfully said, "I didn't put aphrodisiac in his

drink! I was framed! I didn't take the initiative to nag at him, I came to him just for Leigh."

"Framed?" Rufus sneered more obviously, "Amelia, Are you Miss Jordan? Do you enter my door

tonight?"

"Is that you, in the underground garage of the Moss Building, trying to hook me again and again? Is

that you the person who almost killed me Madeleine in order to sleep with me?"

"It's not me!" Amelia subconsciously retorted. She indeed went to the underground garage to find him

twice, but neither of those times was to hook him.

As for the injury to Madeleine , it was designed on her and Lillian themselves.

"Amelia, you are so shameless!" Before she could continue, Lawrence roughly squeezed her neck.

"You just can't stop fawning on men, can you?"

Lawrence clenched his fists. He really wanted to smash this irritating face with a punch, but in the end,

his fist didn't hit her face, but smashed on the wall.

The only effect of his uninspired action was to make Amelia was extremely difficult to talk.

However, even if it was particularly difficult to talk, she still had to say some things.

She raised her chin slightly, like an unyielding winter plum in the snowstorm, fragile but stubborn.

"Yes, Mr. Dominic, I will die if I can't hook up a man. But what does this have anything to do with you?"

“Amelia!”

Hearing Lawrence's almost roaring, Amelia said with the world-weary smile on her face growing thicker,

"Mr. Dominic, I'm clear-headed. You don't need to remind me of my name over and over again!"

She had no particular hobby of being abused. She stretched out her right hand and strenuously swept

off Lawrence's hand and turned her face to look at Rufus.

She originally thought that she could say something to Rufus plainly, but when she saw him, she

couldn't help but remember that in the dungeon, he held Leigh, softly, over and over again, singing to

him Little Star, She couldn't help feeling weepy.

With that feeling, she choked with sobs and said, "Rufus I know you don't believe me, but even if in this

way, I still have to say that I approached you three times just for Leigh."

"The first time I went to you to borrow the money for the operation of Leigh. The second time, and this

time, I come for fulfilling his last wish.

"Rufus, I'm here to swear by Leigh's soul. I, Amelia, in this life, if I have any thoughts about you, die by

thunder!

"If you feel that this is not enough, then let my soul be dispelled, and if I die, I will be in hell!"

Rufus felt very shocked. He hated this shameless woman, but not knowing why when he watched her

sworn in this way with his chin held high, in his heart, there was an indescribable panic and a sense of

abandonment in his heart.

What’s more, he felt so sad and pitiful.

The feeling was so strong that the effect of the aphrodisiac and the heat rising in his body was

dissipated gradually.

Rufus had always been calm, but at this moment, he didn't know what was wrong with him, just like he NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

didn't want to admit that Amelia had no feelings for him, and said without thinking, "Amelia, if you really

have no feeling for me, why would you kidnap Madeleine? Didn't you just want to remove the obstacles

in front of you?"

Amelia stared at him deeply and wanted to see through his brain. She didn't understand how could he,

who was once so wise, be fooled around by an evil woman?

Seeing Amelia not answering, Rufus thought she was in the wrong, and he said with a cold face, "You

have nothing to say now, right?"

"Yeah, I have nothing to say! Because no matter what I say, you won't believe me.

"But even if everyone doesn't want to believe me, I still want to say that I have never done anything that

hurts anyone. I can face my conscience!

"You don't believe me, it's fine, because I don't need you to believe me now. I will never need it

anymore."

In fact, Amelia now found that, Rufus and Lawrence couldn't distinguish between the truth and the lie,

so she would never waste time with them in the future.

Amelia turned around, and just about to leave the room with the people embarrassed her in it, a voice

that was still a little childish but determined and powerful sounded at the door of the room.

“I believe you!”

Amelia raised her head and saw Arthur who was travel-stained, standing at the door of the room.

With a weather beaten face, he smiled sweetly which could even melt the coldest frost.

Facing the light, he walked towards Amelia step by step. He held nothing, but he seemed to carry the

fragrance of roses.

He walked in front of her, gently grasped her little hand, with great pity and said, "Amelia, I believe in

you."

“Arthur...”

Suddenly, Amelia burst into tears.

Once, she thought that she was too sad to cry, but in the face of this obviously childish but broad-

minded man who could tolerate almost everything, she could still shed tears unscrupulously like a little

girl.

“Amelia, I’m back!”

Ignoring the different vision of the people in the room, Arthur held Amelia tightly in his arms.