Amelia turned her head and locked eyes with Lucius, his deep gaze peeking out from behind his glasses.

"Mr. Howard, do you need something?" she asked, her tone icy. Then it hit her-he'd saved her today. She owed him a thank you. Bowing slightly,she said, "Thanks a lot, Mr. Howard. I really appreciate it."

As she bent over, her hair fell forward, carrying a faint scent.

Lucius's brow furrowed a bit, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes, but he quickly masked it.

"It was nothing," he said with a slight smile. "Besides, Chris was being a jerk. As his uncle, it's my job to keep him in check."

Amelia felt a warmth spread through her chest and smiled genuinely. "Still.I have to thank you."

Lucius didn't respond directly but said, "Miss Tudor, someone as kind as you deserves better than Chris."

Amelia didn't quite get what he meant and figured he was just being polite.

The Spencer family was always a mystery, especially Lucius. Amelia thought it best to keep her distance.

As she went out, a mocking voice filled with hostility came from behind her.

"When did you start cozying up to Lucius?"

She didn't need to turn around to know it was Chris.

Amelia thought. 'Damn, doesn't he have a job? Why is he always around?'

She ignored him and kept walking.

"Believe it or not, I'll teardown this restaurant." Chris's impatient voice was full of threats.

Amelia found it amusing. "If you tear down this restaurant,you'll probably have to pay a ton in damages, and you might not even have the authority to do it." She turned to look at him.

The warm yellow streetlight bathed her, turning her hair golden and making her seem to glow.

Chris's anger faded a lot. He sneered coldly; Amelia was still so naive.Money and power were easy for him.

He took a steptowards her,his tall figure looming.

Amelia instinctively stepped back, her eyes wary. "What do you want?This is a public place, with people everywhere. Be careful not to get caught on camera."

Ever since signing the divorce papers, her fear of Chris had lessened a lot.

"I was asking you!" Chris grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Answer me!"

Amelia mocked herself, "Cozying up to Lucius? You're giving me too much credit."

Chris raised an eyebrow, seemingly finding it reasonable.

"But why did he praise you?"he asked through gritted teeth.

Amelia shrugged, "Ask him. How would I know his thoughts? Maybe I deserve praise, or maybe he just praises everyone."

As she spoke, she scanned for an escape route. How could she stay with someone who tried to assault her earlier? She had to calm him down first and then make a run for it!

"Trying to run?" Chris stared at her coldly. "Amelia, you're getting bolder...

Before he could finish, Amelia had already squatted down and bolted,disappearing in no time.

There were plenty of buildings around, and she could easily lose him by ducking through a few alleys.

"Damn it!" Chris punched the wall hard.

"Chris, I made you a late-night snack. It's soup I whipped up myself.Want to give it a try?" Leila emerged from the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl of soup, her hairtied up casually. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Chris glanced at her, his tone sharp. "What are you doing here?"

This was the house he and Amelia had lived in after their marriage. After Amelia left, it was just him and Zola, and it was unusually quiet.

Leila's eyes flickered slightly. "I... so much happened today; you must be in a bad mood. I wanted to come..."

"No need," Chris's mind drifted back to what had happened at Lucius's place earlier and inexplicably thought of Amelia's escaping figure.

His mood soured. She used to chase after him, and he couldn't shake her off,but now...

"Chris, don't be like this." Leila's voice softened, pleading, "I spent a long time cooking this. At least try a bite, okay?"

She took two steps forward, holding the bowl out to him, her eyes blinking.

Today, she had taken special care with her makeup, appearing exceptionally captivating and alluring.

She had even practiced her smile in front of the mirror for hours. She believed that whenever she smiled like that, countless men would fal for her.

"Take it away." He refused bluntly, waving his hand. "Don't come here again. This is not a place you should be."

Accompanied by the sound of the bowl falling to the ground, Leila let out a fragile cry. Her delicate calf was scalded by the soup, and she covered it with her hand.

Chris,with his back to her, was somewhat impatient but still called for Zola. "Take her out. From now on, no one is allowed in without my permission."

Leila was suddenly shocked. How come?

"Chris, I'm in pain. Don't do this..." She hurriedly grabbed his pant leg.looking at him with hopeful and helpless eyes, which seemed like no men would refuse.

Chris indeed turned to look at her, his gaze deepening.

Leila's heartbeat raced with joy. Great, it worked! She even squeezed out

tears, looking so pitiful. As long as he slowly helped her up,she could fall into his arms.

"Whose apron are you wearing?" Chris stared directly at her upper body.

"Take it off!" Before she could answer, he had already ordered coldly.

His voice was unusually cold. Leila was startled.

This apron was something she had casually taken from the kitchen. It had a sunflower print on it, as if someone had drawn it. It was very ugly, but she hadn't minded. Could it be...

Leila's face turned pale, looking at Chris in disbelief.

Chris snapped, "Taking other people's things without permission,Leila,you have such good manners." Chris sneered coldly.

"Ms. Ross, please take off the apron," Zola reminded softly.

"But it's just an apron, Chris. What do you mean?" Leila was completely broken, her voice hoarse. At this moment, she still couldn't believe her terrible suspicion.

"It was hand-painted by Mrs. Spencer herself, and it's her favorite apron.Please take it off," Zola's voice was very urgent, almost wanting to take it off herself.

Zola thought, 'Couldn't she see that Chris is already angry?

Leila's face was twisted. She took two steps back, almost slipping on the soup on the floor.

She sneered and looked up at Chris, "So, you still can't let-go of that woman?"