Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 833 - 833 Goodbye is heartbreaking 2

Chapter 833: Goodbye is heartbreaking 2 Chapter 833: Goodbye is heartbreaking 2 “Mutual feelings,” Rose Madam laughed, “You’re even more beautiful than on TV.”

“That’s good. Otherwise, those people online who say I just live off my face would be disappointed if they thought I wasn’t as good-looking as on TV; I guess they’d have another reason to badmouth me,” Amelia Wilson joked, appearing very relaxed on the surface.

In reality, only she knew how painful it was inside.

“No worries, we’ll just hit back at those trolls with a bare face,” laughed Rose Madam loudly.

Rose Madam seemed much warmer than her appearance suggested, which was a kind of comfort in itself.

After chatting for a while, Henry Campbell mentioned he had some things he wanted to talk to Amelia Wilson about.

Understanding the hint, Rose Madam tactfully left, giving the two some space.

In the quiet Conference Room, Amelia Wilson didn’t know what to say with only the two of them there; Henry didn’t say anything either, just silently gazing at her.

In fact, he had suffered a lot during this time, visibly losing weight.

Seeing Amelia Wilson also looking thinner, his mood became even more indescribably troubled.

“Ava…” Henry called out the name, feeling a wave of bitterness.

Amelia Wilson looked up at Henry. He still had an icy demeanor, still handsome, just thinner, with a hint of stubble on his chin.

“Just say what you want to say,” Amelia Wilson said, spreading her hands, “I’m very satisfied with the female agent you’ve arranged for me.”

“Don’t worry. Rose Madam will take good care of you,” Henry said earnestly.

Amelia Wilson just responded with a “Hmm,” and didn’t speak further.

She didn’t know what to say to Henry. She had fought for what she could, said all she had to say, done what she could do…

And yet, he still hadn’t chosen her, he didn’t even want to touch her.

“Next week, I’m getting married,” Henry said.

“I saw the News, congratulations!” Amelia’s heart felt unbearably constricted—why should she congratulate them? She wished they would break up before the wedding, she wished they couldn’t get married at all.

“By the way, there’s no need to invite me to the wedding. As you know, I’m so beautiful it wouldn’t be good if I accidentally stole the spotlight from your bride,” Amelia Wilson made her tone sound as casual as the clouds and the breeze to show she had long since stopped caring about him.

Only by doing this could she keep the pain in her heart from seeming too laughable.

Looking at Amelia Wilson mocking herself, Henry just watched her, indeed beautiful, so beautiful it was unbearable to look away for even a second. In the past, he had often watched her secretly, always looking away or at something else the moment she raised her head, as if he’d never paid her any attention.

Despite that, Henry had always been clear about the changes in his feelings for Amelia Wilson; from the moment she shamelessly sought his favor, his heart had stayed with her.

At that moment, Henry gazed at her beautiful profile, at her long and pristine neck, with so many things he wanted to say to her, but in the end, he didn’t know where to start.

So, let him selfishly watch her in silence, and consider it a final solace.

Seeing his silence, his pained, affectionate gaze, Amelia Wilson felt an overwhelming agony.

Daringly, Amelia Wilson met his gaze, even stepping closer until they were eye-to-eye. She was eager to know, what if she took one more step, what would he do?