Chapter １１

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became depressing. Nicola Clinton looked down at the quivering eyelashes of Amelia Wytte, and his throat tightened.

"Fuck off!" His voice was hoarse.

Amelia Wytte, who had lost her mind, could not tell his emotions. She only felt that his body was cool with a good smell of sandalwood, and hugged him more tightly.

"It's so comfortable, so comfortable..." she narrowed her eyes and whispered.

Nicola Clinton 's eyes darkened with desire.

"Ding." Suddenly, the elevator door opened. The people outside saw Nicola Clinton 's face as black as the bottom of a pan. They swallowed and quickly moved aside.

Nicola Clinton 's face darkened. He bent down and lifted her up.

The driver was already waiting outside. He was shocked to see such a situation. He quickly opened the door and did not dare to look at the two people.

The car disappeared quickly like an arrow from the string. They didn't notice that not far away, another man was watching what had just happened with a frown.

The window was closed. Amelia Wytte felt so hot that she began to tear her clothes unconsciously.

"It's so hot..." she said in a seductive voice.

As he moved his body, the faint fragrance of his hair also rushed into the man's nose. His eyes narrowed and his throat was dry.

"Drive faster!" He ordered in a low voice.

The driver answered "yes" and stepped on the accelerator. The distance of more than 40 minutes normally shortened by ten minutes today.

He bent down and carried Amelia Wytte out of the car. She immediately clung to him like an octopus.

Hearing the noise in the living room, Noah rushed over and saw this scene. She was so shocked that her chin almost dropped. A strange look flashed in her eyes. She quickly walked two steps forward and asked, "you're back. What's wrong with her?"

Nicola Clinton glanced at her, but didn't answer. He strode to take her back to her room, put her in the bathtub, turned on the shower head, and ordered, "go get some ice."

"Ah... Yes, yes, I'm going now!" Noah answered in a hurry and walked out of the room,.

As the cold water poured down, the burning feeling in Amelia Wytte city disappeared a lot, but the moans continued.

Nicola Clinton 's body tensed, and he recalled that night in the night club, Amelia Wytte was wearing a mask and flirting on the stage.

This woman was obviously a bitch by nature. How could he react to this? It was ridiculous!

He snorted and turned to go out. Amelia Wytte was so weak that she loosened her grip on the edge of the bathtub and was about to fall into it.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Nicola Clinton pulled her into his arms. He could still feel the heat from her body through the thin cloth.

Amelia Wytte held him tightly and didn't want to let him go.

"Ice, ice..." in a hurry, Noah rushed in from the outside and saw the scene in front of her. She immediately stopped.

"Pour it in." Nicola Clinton said coldly.

His tone of command was unquestionable.

Noah nodded and poured a large basin of ice into it

Amelia Wytte shivered with cold and loosened her grip. Nicola Clinton stood up quickly and wiped the place touched by her with disgust, saying, "no matter what, let her wake up and go to the study to see me."

"Yes, sir." Noah agreed in surprise, watching the tall and straight figure of the man gradually disappear in front of her.

With a bang, the door was closed, and there were only the two of them in the room.

Amelia Wytte's cheeks were still strangely red. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what had happened at a glance.

However, what she cared about the most was the relationship between the former lady of the Wytte family and Nicola Clinton .

She heard that Nicola Clinton had sent her to accompany guests in heaven and earth. Why did he bring back Amelia Wytte, who has been drugged?

She smiled and added a lot of ice into it.

The effect of the drug faded away quickly, and Amelia Wytte had a fever as expected.

Knowing that Nicola Clinton was still waiting in the study, she had to bear the pain and knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Nicola Clinton 's voice.

Amelia Wytte tightened her clothes and pushed the door in.

It was late at night. Nicola Clinton was sitting at his desk in grey household clothes. The warm yellow light sprinkled over his head, making him look gentle.

However, when his four eyes met, the coldness in his eyes did not decrease at all.

"Mr. Clinton ." Amelia Wytte said in a hoarse voice, biting her dry lips.

"Good. You are still alive." Nicola Clinton sneered.

Amelia Wytte was slightly stunned, and then replied, "Mr. Clinton , are you reluctant to let me die?"

"Isn't it too easy for you to die like this? Amelia Wytte, you can't die so easily unless I want." Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes and smiled, but his words were full of hatred for her.

"I see. Don't worry. Before I find out the truth of Bill 's death, I won't die easily even if you want." She laughed at herself.

Nicola Clinton 's face changed. Before she could react, a tall figure rushed up and directly grabbed her chin. "You are just a murderer. Why do you talk about the truth in front of me?"

"I'm not the murderer. Nicola Clinton , don't you love Bill the most? It's been three years, three whole years. Haven't you investigated the past again?" Amelia Wytte looked at him with burning eyes.

But Nicola Clinton 's answer was the same as before. He insisted that she was the one who killed Bill Clinton .

She no longer tried to defend herself. She just looked at him with a smile, which annoyed Nicola Clinton .

"What are you laughing at?"

"Of course I'm laughing at your stupidity. In fact, you have also suffered a lot over the years, haven't you?" Amelia Wytte chuckled and replied in a low voice.

His tone sounded like pity for him.

Nicola Clinton 's face was gloomy and terrible, and the pressure in the huge study instantly dropped, making people almost out of breath.

Amelia Wytte didn't seem to feel it, but still said in the same tone, "for so many years, you have always hoped that Laura Kent can forgive you. But for the whole three years, she didn't even allow you to appear on the anniversary of Bill 's death. Nicola Clinton , do you feel uncomfortable? I was in prison for a few years, ."

She choked with sobs, trying to hold back her tears. Her throat was dry, and at the same time, she felt a little dizzy.

Nicola Clinton ' face was divided into several parts in front of her, including his raised palm.

She lifted the corner of her mouth, and her pale lips were slightly open. Before she could say anything, her body softened and she fell to the side.

Seeing her fall to the ground, Nicola Clinton ordered Uncle Mark to call a private doctor here with a straight face.

Tonight, everyone in Clinton family was doomed not to sleep.

Danver looked at the haggard Amelia Wytte on the bed, and then looked at Nicola Clinton , and sighed.