Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

Amelia Wytte was stunned and looked at him blankly, “Mr. Hawk?”

The word “President Hawk” immediately ignited his burning anger, and the anger in his heart became even worse.

“If you just want to say thank you to me, then it’s completely unnecessary!”

“Ni…” Amelia Wytte frowned blankly. After a long while, she came to her senses and asked hesitantly, “did I do something wrong? Are you… Are you angry?”

She was really confused.

In the banquet hall of the Clinton family, she heard Laura Kent announce that Nicola Clinton and Elena Kent were going to get married in two months. She had been in such a muddle headed state all the time.

Her heart seemed to be floating in the clouds and had nowhere to go.

That feeling was so ethereal and unreal that she couldn’t even tell herself what it was like.

How could she not be angry?

Eden Hawk took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

When he calmed down a little, he said, “I really don’t understand you. Since you didn’t kill anyone, why do you still bear to be treated like this in the Clinton family?”

Amelia Wytte was stunned and didn’t say anything.

She half lowered her head. The light in the room gave off a faint yellow light, hitting her face, and her long eyelids cast a dark shadow under her eyes.

Because her heart was too complicated and chaotic, her eyelashes were constantly trembling.

Clenching his fists, Eden Hawk said, “if I weren’t here today, do you know how they would continue to humiliate you?”

He had lived in the circle of rich and powerful clans for so many years, and he knew most about the admiration and worship of these people. Even if Elena Kent and Laura Kent only showed a little disgust with Amelia Wytte, they didn’t even need to do it themselves, and there would be a group of people coming to help them one after another.

Just the humiliation and ridicule of these people could completely bury Amelia Wytte.

“I know.” Amelia Wytte was silent for a while. She bit her lips and said, “thank you.”

Eden Hawk was almost amused by her reaction.

He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Amelia Wytte’s shoulder. With a ferocious look on his face, he said, “thank me, thank me, and thank me again. Is that all you can say?”

“Hawk…”

“Amelia Wytte, can you wake up?” He didn’t give Amelia Wytte any chance to speak at all. His hands were so strong that they were a little frightening. “You don’t owe them anything. You didn’t kill Bill Clinton. What’s more, Bill Clinton has been dead for so long. Why do you still stay in the Clinton family to accept such humiliation from them?”

A bitter smile appeared on Amelia Wytte’s face.

Eden Hawk hated it more and more. “The Clinton family is a fire pit. Don’t go in again if you can come out in the family. Amelia Wytte, you should consider for yourself!”

“I…” Amelia Wytte kept silent for a while. After a while, she finally shook her head in front of Eden Hawk’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I… I have my own plans and considerations.”

His words choked all the words he wanted to say and all the reasons.

He stared at Amelia Wytte quietly for a while and suddenly loosened his grip. His original straight back loosened in an instant, as if all his strength had been sucked out.

He slowly closed his eyes and opened them after a long time. “I see.”

Then she turned around and was about to leave.

Amelia Wytte felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably. “Eden Hawk…”

The man stopped for a moment, but only for a moment. Then he continued to retreat without hesitation. “Have a good rest. I’m leaving now.”

He seldom felt so frustrated.

But every time he met Amelia Wytte, he would feel so helpless and frustrated.

Although he could help her 10 or 100 times a time, as long as she was unwilling to leave the Clinton family, he could do nothing to protect her.

Amelia Wytte, what should I do?

Looking at Eden Hawk’s receding figure, Amelia Wytte apologized in a low voice and her heart sank.

Amelia Wytte didn’t turn around and go back to her room until she couldn’t see him.

The door of the hotel room was closed with a click.

A man with a camera in his hand walked out from the northwest corner of the corridor.

The man took a few more pictures of the hotel’s door. Then he smiled with satisfaction and raised his hand to take a picture of his precious camera. “Now, Miss Kent must be more satisfied.”

There were some photos in it. Just now, Eden Hawk was standing at the door of the hotel room. The two people looked at each other affectionately through a door frame.

Even when Eden Hawk angrily held Amelia Wytte’s shoulders with his hands, under his superb filming skills, he had captured a sense of ambiguity that only lovers would have.

The next morning.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

In the Clinton family villa of Spring Bay, Nicola Clinton was having breakfast leisurely at the table.

The old housekeeper walked out quietly with something in his hand. He had already come to his side, but he hesitated and did not come.

It was hard for Nicola Clinton not to notice her.

He put down the tableware in his hand and asked, “what’s wrong?”

The old butler gripped the newspaper in his hand and dared not speak.

At this time, Nicola Clinton’s eyes finally fell on the newspaper in his hand. She raised her eyebrows and said, “the daily newspaper of this morning is out. Why haven’t you given it to me yet?”

The old butler hesitated for a moment. He didn’t dare to disobey Nicola Clinton’s order and handed the newspaper to her honestly.

He stood aside with his head down, carefully observing the change of expression on Nicola Clinton’s face.

Sure enough, Nicola Clinton opened the newspaper and read it for a while. Her face suddenly changed, and even the veins on her forehead were exposed.

“Sir…” the butler was shocked.

Nicola Clinton raised her hand to stop the housekeeper from continuing.

He stared at the entertainment section of the newspaper.

The top news was announced by Laura Kent yesterday. Two months later, he was going to marry Elena Kent.

And

Amelia Wytte was on entertainment news again, with another man in the hotel.

In the pictures below, it was obvious that a man and a woman were looking at each other affectionately in front of the corridor of a magnificent hotel.

The gentle in her eyes almost melted her.

He tightened his grip on the newspaper, which was almost wrinkled.

Looking at his expression, the old butler became more and more nervous. He hesitated for a while, but finally came forward and said hesitantly, “master, about this matter…”