Chris acted like it was no big deal, like the injury was on someone else.

The doctor said he should stay in the hospital for observation to avoid any complications.

But Chris was dead set on going home with her,griping about the hospital s smell and the crazy cost per day, which he couldn't afford since he was broke.

Amelia was speechless.

"Ill pay for it," she offered.

Chris shot back, "Who are you to pay for me?"

Amelia fell silent.

Fine, let him find someone else to pay then.

She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm, "Just get me some medicine.I'Il take it at home."

Amelia couldn't argue with him.

Not wanting to leave him alone, she reluctantly took him home.

As a result, she couldn't go to the gallery anymore and had to take care of him,cooking three meals a day.

Luckily, her cooking skills had improved over the years,so he didn't suspect her identity.

That night, just as she fell asleep, he came into her room.

Amelia woke up instantly, looking at him warily, "What do you want?"

Chris didn't bother with excuses this time. He pulled back her blanket and climbed in beside her.

Amelia realized he was ice-cold and trembling.

Was he running a fever again?

"What happened to you? I'll get you some medicine," she said.

But Chris wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly like a doll, "Don't go."

He just needed to sleep.

After a while, his body started to heat up, and he began to sweat.

They were pressed so close together that their bodies seemed to merge. At that moment, he was turned on and leaned in to kiss her.

His kisses, once fierce and stormy, were now soft and disoriented.

Amelia, though she wanted his sperm, didn't want to take advantage of him.

"Don't push yourself. You're in no condition for this," she tried to push him away, but he held her tighter.

Amelia sighed, "My body can't handle this right now. Stop it!"

Chris froze, then collapsed beside her, falling into a dazed sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Spencer Mansion.

Diana sat on the couch, glaring at Leila in front of her.

"I've helped you so many times, and you still can't get it. I've given you multiple chances, and you keep blowing it. No wonder Chris is distracted by other women. You're driving me crazy!"

Leila, too scared to argue, kept her head down and finally said,"Mrs.Spencer, I'm sorry. It's my fault, but he..."

"He's gone to that tramp again, hasn't he? We teamed up to comnplain to his father, and he got a good scolding. But instead of behaving,he moved in with that tramp. How can there be such shameless women in the world?Out of all the men, she had to seduce my son?"

Diana was getting more and more furious.

Leila was also seething with anger, but there was nothing she could do.She wasn't Amelia; she didn't have her looks or her cunning.

"But you're his fiancée, his legitimate girlfriend. How can you let some tramp steal your fiancé?" Diana snapped. "You should go find that tramp and negotiate."

Leila meekly agreed and left.

By the time Amelia woke up the next morning, Chris was surprisingly already out of bed and in the kitchen preparing breakfast, again.

Amelia was frustrated, thinking her kitchen was probably a mess.

But when she went downstairs, she found he had made spaghetti. It looked odd but smelled decent.

"Try it," he said, a bit smug.

Amelia respected his effort and took a bite,savoring it.

"It's a bit sweet," she said, but it was acceptable.

Chris frowned.

Amelia took a couple more bites and then said, "Sit down. I need to talk to you."

"Finish it first," Chris pointed at the spaghetti, pulling up a chair.

Amelia continued eating as she spoke, "Our relationship is strange. You have your life and your fiancée, and I want to live a free life. But because of you, I've faced a lot of criticism. I don't want to continue like this."

Her tone was calm, as if discussing someone else's story.

Chris's face darkened, "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Amelia said with a faint smile. "Mr.Spencer; we have different perspectives. You can't understand my difficulties. And I don't blame you for that. Just consider these past few days as my kindness. You can leave now."

She was kicking him out again.

What a heartless woman!

"Leila and I are just..."

"I'm not interested in your story. Please leave," Amelia said,growing impatient.

"But I don't want to leave," Chris sneered. "I'm interested in you.What can you do about it? Whether you're Amelia or Bella, you've caught my interest, and you have to see it through."

He was being completely unreasonable.

Amelia took a deep breath, changed her clothes,did her makeup,grabbed her bag, and left, leaving him alone in the house.

When Wendy saw her, she was thrilled, "Ms. White,we sold some paintings yesterday and today. Have you received the transfers?"

Only then did Amelia remember to check her phone and saw a substantial amount of money had been transferred.

"Eighty mnillion dollars? That's insane. Who bought the paintings and paid so much?" Amelia was shocked.

Wendy explained, "It was an overseas client. We communicated via video.He seemed very wealthy. His home is a castle, and the painting on his wall looked like it was worth tens of millions."

"An overseas client?" Amelia froze, a chill running down her spine.

In aflash, she thought of her recent experiences in Celestria.

Could it be those people?

It couldn't be. Larry wouldn't be that generous.

"Yes, and he left a message for you," Wendy said with an innocent smile.

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'Ms. Tudor, we'll meet soon.' I don't know who he is or what he wants, but he kept getting your name wrong."

Amelia stood there,stunned.

She didn't hear a word Wendy said after that.

Until a familiar voice broke through, "Ms. White, what's wrong? Why are you just standing there?"

It was Leila's voice.

Why was Leila here again?

"Sorry, Ms. Ross, our boss isn't feeling well and can't see anyone," Wendy said,knowing Amelia and Leila didn't get along.

Leila retorted, "Do you know your boss is a homewrecker, always interfering in other people's relationships? You better not get a boyfriend,or she might steal him too."