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Chapter 277 I Want to Get Closer to You

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 I Want to Get Closer to You

Since his ruse was seen through, Christopher no longer pretended. His handsome facade relaxed, and, confused, his eyes instinctively sought out the source of the voice, an expression on his face that said, "I did it, what are you going to do about it."

Amelia Garcia could clearly read the subtext in his heart, and immediately, her delicate hand clenched in anger.

"Christopher, if it weren’t for the state you’re in, I really... I wish I could strangle you to death!" Her chest heaved with rage, and she gritted her teeth.

"Then you’re wrong. It’s precisely because of the state I’m in now that you could strangle me."

If he weren’t in this mummy-like state, given the significant difference in physical strength between men and women, how could she even begin to choke him?

Amelia heard him adding fuel to the fire, her voice breaking with anger, "Christopher! Do you really think... think I can’t do anything about you!"

Noticing that she was truly angry, the man restrained himself a bit and raised his arm unconsciously, wanting to touch her, "Amelia..."

"You just lie down!" Amelia saw his hand move and immediately slapped it back, none too gently.

Christopher, caught off guard, felt his hand slapped back onto his body. Though it didn’t touch the wound on his abdomen, it still caused pain, and he hissed involuntarily, his features tightening.

Amelia was startled and instinctively reached out her hand, wanting to make amends.

But before words of concern could leave her mouth, she suddenly turned cold-faced again: "Stop playing the Bitterness Strategy with me!"

Mr. Hart felt wronged, "You hit so hard, and I’ve just had surgery, it really hurts..."

"That’s your own fault! You deserve it!"

Christopher couldn’t see, otherwise he certainly wouldn’t have missed the tense look in the woman’s eyes as she cursed him through gritted teeth.

And Amelia was equally glad that he couldn’t see now.

That’s why she dared to let the worry in her heart show in the corners of her eyes and brows.

A moment of silence fell between the two, and Christopher got over the pain while his mood also settled down a bit.

He knew the temper of this woman and could feel her current anger.

However, arguing couldn’t solve the problem. To speak calmly and reach a consensus was best.

"Amelia... could you sit down first and listen to me explain?"

Amelia saw that his attitude was still passable and also worried about his body after the surgery. Realizing that arguing was irrational, she reluctantly descended the stairs of pride and sat down heavily.

"Okay, you talk!"

Christopher saw that she was still reasonable, and felt his anxious heart settling down a bit.

As long as she was willing to communicate and wasn’t throwing harsh words right from the start, there was room for maneuver in this matter.

"It was Benny Palmer who contacted Presidents Lewis and Morgan in the venture capital circle and had them give up on their investment intentions."

"Hmph, he really is your loyal lackey!"

"..." Christopher pursed his lips, feeling unjust for his friend and continued, "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. You encountered a problem at work and needed help, and I just so happened to have the means to help you. Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?"

"But you took it upon yourself, treating me like a fool to manipulate. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Then when you face such a big issue, you don’t say a word to me, completely treating me as an outsider. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

She turned her face away and muttered, "We’ve had nothing to do with each other anymore... If not an outsider, what is it?"

"Amelia." He called out helplessly, his hand unconsciously reaching out again, trying to pull her hand, but Amelia wasn’t close, unreachable.

"Do you not understand that the more you say these things now, the more they contradict your true feelings?"

"I’m contradicting my true feelings?" Amelia got truly angry at these words, "Do you think my attitude towards you is all about playing hard to get, sending mixed signals?"

"I..."

"Christopher, even in your state, how can you still be so vain? I don’t want to tell you, I don’t want to ask for your help. I want to keep things clear between us, not wanting to owe you any favors, nor accept your kindness. This is my sincere thought, not me deliberately causing trouble with you!"

"I..."

The man was about to speak again, but she didn’t give him a chance to squeeze in a word: "If it weren’t for your domineering intervention, I could have resolved this matter entirely on my own."

"Yes! I know that all I’ve done requires a lot of effort, I have to work hard, even humbly begging people. It’s not as easy as President Hart resolving it with a few words, but I can stand tall and at ease with my own efforts. Who are you to look down on me?"

Her tone was impassioned, and her emotions were visibly higher than when she had entered the room.

Christopher could imagine her furious demeanor even though he couldn’t see, his hand rising again in urgency.

"Amelia... I’m not looking down on you. I just didn’t want you to struggle so much, to feel so lowly. When I can solve the problem, why go out of your way?"

"Because you are you, and I am me."

Christopher was at a loss for words by her response.

He had thought that after spending these days together, their relationship was in a healing phase.

Even more, he often felt a delusion that they were reverting to the ambiguous, romantically charged phase of their early infatuation.

He had thought that his Amelia was falling again and might soon fall back in love with him, forgiving his past mistakes and nonsense.

But unexpectedly, his good intentions backfired again, pushing her even further away.

Both fell into silence, but the atmosphere had clearly frozen to the extreme.

For a while, Christopher mulled over her emotions until he felt they had somewhat calmed down, then he spoke again in a low voice, "Amelia, the other day, you said... I’ve agreed. I will definitely cooperate with the doctor’s treatment and, no matter whether I can get better or not, I will live life actively and positively. But can you promise me that, from now on... don’t treat me as a stranger anymore? If there’s anything, just tell me, and we can think of solutions together, okay?"

Amelia’s eyes reddened, but she quickly fought back the tears. Annoyed, she responded, "Why should I promise you that?"

"Because you are the mother of my child, the mother of three children. I hope that my children’s mother has a good life, because then my children will also have a good one."

The woman didn’t make a sound, but her expression visibly cooled down a bit.

Feeling this, Christopher reached out his hand toward her and asked softly, "Can you... sit a little closer?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing... it’s just, I want to be closer to you."

"I don’t want to move; you just stay put!"

Amelia glanced at him, her mood becoming irritable again.

It wasn’t anger or rage, but chaos and irritability. She always felt that this visit shouldn’t have ended this way, yet as it turned out, she wasn’t as angry as she had imagined she would be.

Perhaps, he really did help her for the sake of the children?

Was she being narcissistic, thinking too much about it?

After his request to come closer was rejected, Christopher showed a hint of disappointment on his face and could only gaze vacantly in her direction.

"Amelia, does it really bother you that much to be under my protection? Haven’t you tired of it all these years? Now that there’s a shoulder for you to lean on, why do you still stubbornly cling to your pride?"

She said with a touch of self-mockery, "Tired? Isn’t life just like this? Who in this world has it easy? I’m in good health, I have both a son and a daughter, and a successful career; this is already more than many people could ever desire. I am content and at peace, being tired gives me a sense of reality."

Being tired was a sign that everything she had was earned by herself, which gave her confidence and a strong sense of security.

Hearing her speak so confidently and proudly, Christopher’s heart ached with a faint pain.

"It’s my fault. I’m the reason you have lost trust in everyone around you and are afraid to easily rely on anyone again. That’s why you’ve made yourself an impenetrable fortress."

All the damage in her life came from those closest to her.

That’s why she developed her proud demeanor, forced by those she held dear.

Understanding all this, Christopher suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"Okay, I get what you mean. Since you don’t want my money, but the company is indeed in a crisis right now, how about... let’s just say I lend it to you. When you’ve made enough money later, you can pay me back. That’s fair, right?"

Amelia looked at him, "A loan?"

"Yes."

She was somewhat tempted, yet felt embarrassed, biting her lip and hesitating for quite a while before asking awkwardly, "Then... how would we calculate the interest?"

Calculate interest?

Christopher smiled helplessly and had no choice but to say, "We’ll use the standard bank interest rate. I’ll just consider the money as if it were in the bank.">

With that said...

Amelia was even more tempted.

"But... It feels like I’m still taking advantage of you." Two hundred million in funds, with that amount of money, one could make a fortune.

Christopher understood what she meant and reassured her, "The money I invest might earn a lot, but there’s also the chance of losing everything, especially under the current economic downturn—so, keeping it in the bank is actually the safest."

With his words, Amelia suddenly saw the light.

"Alright! Then let’s say it’s a loan! I’ll call my lawyer right away to come over, sign an agreement, put a thumbprint on it, and get all the terms down in writing... For the loan period, let’s make it five years... In five years, I will definitely repay you, principal and interest included."

Thinking about her company’s current revenue and profits, along with the shares she held, Amelia figured that in five years, she should be able to make two hundred million, right?

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately turned to rummage through her bag and took out her phone to call her lawyer.

Christopher heard her rummaging and said, "You don’t need to call your lawyer. Benny Palmer has arranged for someone; they should be here soon."

Amelia was startled, "Arranged for who?"

Before she could finish, the door to the room was knocked open.

"President Hart, Young Master Palmer asked me to come over."

Amelia’s face showed a hint of surprise as she looked at the person, "Lawyer Jones..."

The newcomer was a lawyer from the Seal-Cloud Corporation’s legal department, and coincidentally the very lawyer who had handled their divorce proceedings.

"Come in," Christopher called out.

Lawyer Jones entered, nodded politely towards Amelia and said, "Mrs. Good to see you, it’s been a while."

Amelia turned to look at Christopher, her tone once again carrying a note of sarcasm, "You were so sure you could persuade me that you called the lawyer in advance?"

Christopher replied, "He is here for another purpose. But since you’ve agreed to take the two hundred million as a loan, let’s proceed with the loan formalities first."

Amelia was completely confused.

What did he mean? What else was Lawyer Jones here to do?

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