Although she was left with no choice, lying on the same bed with Daniel Cooper and being held in his embrace, she felt no disgust even with her resistance. What she felt more was resentment and grievance.
Perhaps this is the difference between women and men. Once a woman has decided on someone, even if she has been hurt by him beyond measure, her heart full of wounds still cannot accept another man.
That's why she suddenly became angry downstairs, not hesitating to abandon her when he wanted, but refusing to let her resist when he wanted her back, showing no concern when other men pursued her.
What did she mean to him?
Was she like clothes that could be easily thrown away or changed as he pleased?
A sudden shadow interrupted her thoughts. Isaac Thompson came over unexpectedly, held her in his arms, and kissed her without warning.
She turned her head away and pushed him hard, "Isaac, what are you doing?"
"Amelia, I truly love you... I know you can't forget that man, but he's married now..."
The man's strength was considerable. One of his hands already reached inside her clothes. Amelia Foster angrily cursed, "Have you gone mad?"
She then raised her elbow and fiercely hit him in the ribs. Isaac winced in pain and let go of her. She followed with another kick.
Isaac was already drunk, and he stumbled to the ground, knocking over a chair with a bang.
The room was in chaos, and the doorbell suddenly rang.
Amelia guessed who it was but paid no attention. Seeing Isaac lying motionless on the floor, she couldn't help but squat down to check on him. His breathing and pulse were normal, and he appeared to have been knocked out.
The person outside seemed very patient and kept pressing the doorbell, never losing politeness but also causing irritation.
She straightened her clothes and turned to open the door.
Outside stood Nathan Taylor.
He spoke with great respect, "Dr. Foster, Mr. Cooper is waiting downstairs for you to go home with him."
As he spoke, he glanced inside the door.
Amelia stood in the doorway, her position just right to block the mess inside. She spoke calmly, "Could you please tell him that I don't have a home anymore, and I'm going to be with my boyfriend, so I have no time."
Nathan kindly reminded her, "Mr. Cooper won't be happy about this."
Amelia held the doorknob tightly and sneered, "He's not my man. What does it matter to me whether he's happy or not?"
Having said that, she slammed the door shut.
She leaned against the cold door panel for a long time before the suffocating feeling in her chest eased.
Isaac was already snoring, so she grabbed a blanket for him, adjusted the air conditioning to a higher temperature and then turned off the lights and left the room.
It was impossible for her to share a room with Isaac all night in the single dormitory with only one room and one bed. Ruby Shane happened to be on duty next door that night, so she called Ruby and then obtained a spare key from the dormitory supervisor.
Amelia was exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep after lying in the bed for hours. After tossing and turning, she got up like a demon and looked out the window to see the Bentley still parked downstairs.
The man stood beside the car, smoking.
Her eyes inexplicably filled with tears as memories she had held back for a long time surged uncontrollably in her heart.
That was the day after she lost the child.
At that time, he had been waiting outside her rental house just like this, from the previous night until the next morning.
Before taking over Cooper Inc., Daniel had been a university professor and an exemplary figure with excellent self-cultivation. He had always paid great attention to his personal image.
But that day when she opened the door, she saw the cigarette butts he had thrown all over the floor in the hallway, a complete mess.
His face was filled with fatigue and anxiety, and his eyes were filled with suppressed anticipation. The first thing he asked her was, "Where's the child?"