Before she could finish, Chris suddenly glanced over.

Their eyes locked, and Leila's face went stiff again.

"Grandpa's already better, you don't need to lie to him," he said coldly. "Besides, he doesn't really like you."

"But I saved you, and I love youso much, can't you just..."

"I've given you everything you've asked for all these years," Chris said,looking impatient. "Don't push it, and don't cause her any more trouble."

Thanks to Lucius's connections, Amelia's gallery quickly became a hit in the art scene.

Every day, visitors and fellow artists streamed in, bringing her a good income.

Amelia grew more confident, greeting guests in the mornings and spending the quieter afternoons and evenings in her office, focused on her painting.

She had gotten used to this peaceful, solitary time.

But someone seemed determined to disrupt her tranquility.

That afternoon,Lucius dropped by with a dessert.

Amelia was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, painting the beautiful sunset outside.

She wore a dark green dress, the hem flowing down her slender legs, the silk fabric catching the orange-red sunlight, making her skin look fairer

and giving her an even stronger artistic vibe.

"Have something to eat," Lucius said gently, placing the dessert on the table next to her.

Amelia stretched,got up, walked over to him, and opened her arms for台hug.

Lucius smiled indulgently, pinched her cheek, and gently embraced her.

"Did you make any sales today?" he asked as he opened the dessert box and set the utensils for her.

Amelia washed her hands and walked back leisurely. As she was about to sit down, she noticed someone quietly watching her from the comer of the gallery, and she felt quite annoyed. "Mr. Spencer, what exactly do you want? You've been here most of the day. Don't you have your own business?"

Since her gallery opened, Chris had been dropping by every day.sometimes for just a few minutes, sometimes for the entire afternoon.Today was the longest; he had been there since morning and still hadn't left.

She did want to get close to him, but his behavior was really puzzlíng.

"What,you're doing business and want to drive customers away?" Chris stared at Amelia, ignoring Lucius standing nearby.′′I′m a big client of your gallery, can't you show a little more courtesy?"

At this, Amelia got angry.

She had made it clear to Chris that she wasn't selling that painting,but he insisted on having it. Over the past few days, he had bought several

paintings, each costing anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars. She wondered if he had so much money that he was just looking for ways to waste it.

"I said, you're not welcome here!" Amelia glared at him. "And if I remember correctly, I'm your future aunt!"

Chris frowned. "You've found yourself a new identity so quickly?" he said,enunciating each word. "Do you think the Spencer family would agree to let an orphan marry in?"

"That's my business," Lucius deadpanned. "Chris, stop it. She has work to do."

His tone was like an elder scolding a disobedient junior.

Chris's face changed slightly. He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his eyes.

"Lucius, you know exactly who she is," he said, stepping closer to Lucius. "You were the one who took her away back then."

"Enough!" Lucius snapped, his voice cold. "Ill have Dad suspend your position. You need to take a break and reflect."

"Do you even have that authority?" Chris sneered. "Since Grandpa got sick,I've been managing his assets."

"But Dad asked me to supervise you," Lucius shot back, his tone just as unfriendly. "If you act recklessly, I have the right to..."

"I can revoke your right anytime. Keeping you around is just to reassure Grandpa," Chris sneered again. "Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The two had been at each other's throats for a while,neither able to gain the upper hand.

"Alright, if he won't leave, we will," Amelia spid, sensing the tension rising.She grabbed Lucius's arm and pulled him away,

For several days in a row, even before she opened the gallery. Chris's Porsche was already parked outside the mall, making a statemnent.

Rumors started flying around that Chris had fallen for his future aunt at first sight, saying she resembled his deceased wife, which made him particularly attached to her.

It was utterly ridiculous.

Amelia tried avoiding him for two days but couldn't shake him off, so she decided to confront him.

She didn't expect Victor to show up today as well.

"She does look a bit like her," Victor said, glancing at Amelia thoughtfully."But not her. Chris, what are you doing?"

Victor was clearly pissed.

Chris's face stiffened slightly, but he seemed prepared for this. "Grandpa.could you please go back first? I have something to talk to her."

"Bella, don't take it personally. He's been through a lot and needs time to recover. He'll be fine after a while," Victor said gently.

It was the first time in years that Amelia had seen Victor, and she felt a warmth in her heart, but she didn't show it. She just smiled appropriately and saw him out.

"Mr. Spencer, what else do you want?" she asked.

Chris's voice was deep. "Have dinner with me."

"And you won't bother me anymore?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, looking at him challengingly.

Chris was silent for a moment. "You have no right to negotiate with me."

They had dinner at a very elegant restaurant.

The environment was great, and the food was top-notch, but...

Chris pointed to the mashed potatoes with blueberry saucein front of Amelia. "Why isn't Ms. White eating?"

Amelia was allergic to potatoes.

With a single bite, she would break out in large red rashes, and in severe cases, she could go into shock.

"I don't like blueberries," she said casually. "The steak is just fine."

Chris was a lover of fine cuisine and had several top chefs at home. He could have the dish he liked at any time. "Don't miss out on the mashed potatoes; they're a must-try," Chris said, putting down his utensils and watching her quietly.

It seemed he was determined to make her eat it.

Amelia pursed her lips, resigned, and took a small bite.

The properly seasoned mashed potatoes quickly melted in her mouth,very delicate. "Not bad," she said, taking another small bite.

"Why don't you try?" She asked with a suspicious smile. "Mr. Spencer has such a small appetite, no wonder you're so thin."

Chris had indeed lost a lot of weight. His already defined features were even more pronounced, and compared to a few years ago, he had a sharper, more somber aura.