The media shockingly didn't cover what went down that night.

Leila proposing to Chris was such juicy gossip, but it only caused a buzz among the people who were at the concert,which was totally unexpected.

"Maybe Mr. Spencer still has a thing for you and isn't into other women,"Sophia teased.

Amelia sighed, "You're reading too much into it. He just doesn't want all that attention, that's all."

Even though she said that, Amelia couldn't help but think back to that night in the bathroom with Chris.

Three days had passed with nothing happening, and she hadn't heard a peep from Chris. She was starting to get a bit anxious.

"Mom, can you and Ms. Parker pick me up from school tomorrow?" Just as her mind was wandering, Owen ran over, grabbing her hand,his cute little face full of expectation.

Owen was usually distant and rarely looked like this.

Amelia's heart melted instantly, "Sure, whatever you want."

"Then can you call Olivia, mom? I miss her," Owen handed her the phone considerately.

"Okay, I'll call Olivia right now." Amelia patted Owen's head,studying his face,once again reluctantly admitting how much he looked like Chris.

It seemed like that they were made from the same mold, especially their

facial features.

The video call connected quickly.

"Mom!" Olivia cried, her voice all choked up, "I want to come to you too.Owen's there with you, why can't I be? I want to be with Mom and Owen!"

"Listen, Olivia, Owen came back to help me. It's not safe here. Just stay with Dora,okay?"

"No!" Olivia started crying, and the nanny beside her tried to comfort her.

Amelia's heart ached, "Olivia, I'll bring Owen back to see you in a few days,okay? Once I finish what I need to do, we'll come back, and we won't be apart again."

She had to speed things up to achieve her goal. Playing hard to get at this pace was just wasting time.

She could wait,but could Olivia?

That night,some news spread among the insiders.

Lucius had dinner with Chloe, the daughter of the Wilson Group's chairman, and then Lucius's car drove into Chloe's villa.

Because of the power of both families, no one dared to say anything openly, but everyone knew what was up.

Amelia went straight to Luciuas's place, waited outside most of the night,and when Lucius came back, they had a big fight outside the villa and parted on bad terms.

Amelia headed to the bar Chris often hung out at.

In the booth, she drank glass after glass, her face already flushed.

"Got dumped, huh?" A familiar voice came from behind,making Amelia tense up.

Chris had truly shown up as she guessed.

"Get lost." Amelia downed another glass, only to choke and cough, her face turning red.

Chris raised an eyebrow and smiled. Instead of leaving, he walked around and sat in front of her, quietly watching her drink.

She kept drinking; the strong liquor burned her throat, sharp and intense,and tears started to flow from her eyes.

Chris frowned, "Do you have to act so convincingly? I almost bought it."

Amelia didn't say a word, called the waiter, and got him a large beer mug.filling it herself.

"Drink!" she demanded boldly, but her broken appearance made him feel somewhat concerned for her. "You can't outdrink me," Chris said without hesitation. He picked up the mug and took a sip, holding it asgracefully as if it were a wine glass.

They went back and forth, drinking and enjoying themselves.

Gradually, Chris's face started to show signs of drunkenness. His deep eyes became darker as he stared at her flushed face, not saying a word for a long time.

When did she learn to drink? The old Amelia would get drunk after one glass of alcoholic drink; she couldn't handle her liquor at all.

"What are you looking at? Keep drinking!" Amelia sneered. "I'm so pathetic, betrayed and abandoned by the boyfriend I trusted,making a fool of myself in front of you. How ridiculous."

"He never had much genuine affection for youa. Lucius is the coldest and most heartless," Chris said, as if he saw through everything. "He only appears to be a gentleman, but his methods are dirty and despicable in private, yet you all trust him."

"I do trust him. He waited for me for so many years. We grew up together in the orphanage. All these years, I've only had him in my heart. We..."

"Shut up!" Chris impatiently gritted his teeth and rudely poured her a large glass. "Aren't you a drinker? Then keep drinking."

Amelia didn't get angry but laughed, then picked up the glass and downed it.

The next second, her stomach cramped, and she turned her head,vomiting all over Chris.

"Amelia!" Chris roared in anger, wanting to strangle her.

The waiter hurried over, helping to clean up Amelia and bringing clean clothes for Chris.

After that, Amelia passed out drunk.

When she came to, Amelia found herself thrown onto a soft, wide bed by Chris.

Her back pressed against the cool sheets, her sanity slowly returning.

Someone was showering inthe bathroom, most likely Chris.

This time, she had to seize the opportunity and exhaust all his energy.

"Awake?" Chris leisurely walked out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around his waist, his bare upper body muscular and full, his eight-pack abs particularly eye-catching.

He stood in front of her, his arrogant aura, along with his lazy tone and gaze. was extremely oppressive.

Amelia endured the headache and asked him. "Aren't you afraid Ms. Ross will come looking for you? She's devoted to you."

"That's none of your business." Chris's eyes quickly flashed with displeasure,then he threw off the towel and climbed onto her.

The bed beside her sank under his knees and elbows, a faint woody scent invading her nostrils, surprisingly refreshing. Chris always smelled like this.

"Ms. Tudor, or Ms. White, have you achieved your goal today, at this moment?" Chris propped up an arm, looking at her with a half-smile, as if trying to see through her.

Amelia closed her eyes.

"Speak." Chris was relentless, gripping her shoulder.

"Yes!" Amelía sneered, suddenly flipping over, pinning him down,straddling him.

Her gaze turned fierce, staring straight into his eyes, enunciating each word."Lucius cheated on me, so it's fair. He wronged me first, I'm not the one to be blamed!"

Her eyes were full of angry flames, in an instant, she seemed like a

different person.

She kissed his lips, her hand moving down, quickly grasping his penis.

Chris gasped, sitting up, tearing off her dress in retaliation.

Her skin exposed to the air, a chill hit her.

Amelia suddenly felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen.