Chapter 81

In the early morning, Amelia received a call from the real estate agent while drying her hair. "Okay, I’ll come to check the house at Doon Les Plante."

Landon appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually furious, his good mood from a good sleep completely gone. She wants to buy a house? Is she planning to move out of my home? We aren’t even divorced yet, and she’s so eager?

Landon took a deep breath and texted Aaron: [Arrange a business trip for me. I need to go to Pinecrest before noon today.]

Why would Mr. Kingsley want to go to Pinecrest when he can’t even move? Aaron wondered.

[Don’t tell Amelia for now. Just let her know when I’m about to leave,] Landon added.

At that moment, Aaron suddenly understood. Mr. Kingsley wants to reduce Mrs. Kingsley’s opportunities to interact with Patrick, huh? Hey, the slow-in-love Mr. Kingsley has finally realized that since he can’t go out to accompany Mrs. Kingsley, he’ll give Patrick no chance.

Aaron cheerfully set about making the arrangements.

Unbeknownst to Amelia, she worked until noon and then prepared to meet the agent. "Aaron, I’m going out for a bit."

"Mrs. Kingsley, our car is about to leave," Aaron said.

"What?" Amelia was confused.

"Mr. Kingsley is going on a business trip. Didn’t you know?" Aaron asked.

Amelia was instantly speechless.

"Please get ready. We’ll leave in ten minutes," Aaron said, suppressing a smile.

"This is too sudden. Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I have an appointment with someone else," Amelia complained, her good mood vanishing.

"Maybe Mr. Kingsley forgot to tell you. He has been stuttering lately. Don’t be upset," Aaron tried to make an excuse for Landon.

Amelia sighed and replied, "Fine, let’s go." She would just have to look at the house another time.

Ten minutes later, they set off for Pinecrest.

The nanny van looked low-key, but inside, it was spacious enough to accommodate Landon’s wheelchair.

Amelia sat next to Landon and asked, "What’s this trip for?"

[Business,] Landon wrote an elegant word on paper with his left hand.

This was the first time Amelia had seen someone write so beautifully with their left hand. She was amazed. "You can’t be left-handed, can you?"

[No,] Landon wrote again.

Aaron chuckled and said, "Mr. Kingsley’s hands are equally agile. Whatever his right hand can do, his left can, too."

"Impressive," Amelia said, giving him a thumbs up. She was thinking, His both hemispheres are highly developed. No wonder he stands at the top of the social pyramid.

After receiving the compliment, Landon raised his chin proudly.

Aaron almost dropped his jaw at Landon’s expression. When did the aloof Mr. Kingsley become so lively and stuck-up?

"By the way, what’s our work task this time?" Amelia asked. They were already halfway into the trip, and she still didn’t know the purpose.

Landon gave Aaron a glance, and Aaron immediately said, "Mrs. Kingsley, we’re going to assess a piece of land in Pinecrest."

"Alright," Amelia blinked, thinking, Is it worth it for Landon to invest in land in Pinecrest, a town extremely underdeveloped?

"Mrs. Kingsley, were you born in Pinecrest?" Aaron asked.

Amelia nodded, feeling sad. She lived in Pinecrest until she was three but had no memories of it. Even now, she didn’t know where her mother was buried.

Walter and Debra used to live on Kea Lane, Landon conveyed to Amelia, as he did not want to write it down.

Amelia’s eyes lit up, and she excitedly asked, "Can we go to Kea Lane?"

"Kea Lane? That’s in the opposite direction of where we’re supposed to go." Aaron didn’t dare make a decision on his own and looked to Landon for guidance.

Landon stared ahead, waiting for Amelia to plead with him.

Sure enough, Amelia took Landon’s hand and shook it while acting cute. "Landon, can I go to Kea Lane? Maybe I can recover some childhood memories."

Amelia’s sweet, playful tone was hard for any man to resist.

Aaron rubbed his goosebumps and secretly observed Landon’s reaction.

Landon did not respond, his handsome face showing no expression.

Aaron couldn’t help but think, Mr. Kingsley, this way, you are destined to be alone for life.

Landon shot Aaron a glare.

Just then, the car arrived at a highway service area, and Aaron quickly made an excuse to get out and buy water, hoping to avoid Landon’s wrath.

"Landon, please say yes, and I’ll listen to you from now on," Amelia said, her hopeful gaze resembling that of a gentle fawn, capable of making Landon melt with just one look.

Landon felt a flutter in his heart, his lips unconsciously curving into a slight smile as he asked, Does that include the matter of buying a house?

Amelia’s cheerful laugh froze on her face. A bold guess surfaced in her mind, He wouldn’t want to stop me from buying a house, would he? But how does my buying a house concern him? Is he planning to reclaim all the wages he gives me once he recovers?

Having a house is nice, huh? If you don’t want to work, you can just lie around at home, Landon conveyed with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Amelia furrowed her brow and, after a moment of careful consideration, asked cautiously, "Do you think my salary is too high?"

Isn’t it? Landon countered.

A daily salary of two million dollars was astonishing by any global standard. Amelia could buy a large villa after just a few days of work.

Amelia felt that Landon didn’t want to spend so much money on her salary, which made him sound sarcastic. I’ve earned plenty anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to reduce it a little.

So, Amelia reluctantly suggested, "How about you lower my salary a little? One million dollars?"

Do I seem to lack money? Landon’s gaze darkened, unable to hide his displeasure.

Amelia felt troubled, thinking, If he doesn’t care about money, then… Wait. Is he concerned about me buying a house? Does he not want me to move out?

"Don’t worry. I will definitely live with you until we divorce. After that, I’ll move out," Amelia said sincerely, raising a sweet and innocent smile.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating Amelia’s face like a spotlight shining on a performer in the center of a stage. At that moment, Amelia looked dazzlingly beautiful, especially with her eyes always fixed on Landon, which made his heart race.

Landon suppressed his crush on Amelia, forcing himself to look away, thinking, Actually, she isn’t wrong, but I still feel somewhat irritated, like a stone is crushing me, uncomfortable with every breath. After a long pause, Landon finally replied, Okay!

"Then can I go to Kea Lane later?" Amelia asked, her face full of anticipation.

Yes. Landon didn’t refuse again. His original purpose for this trip was indeed to take Amelia to see the place where Debra had lived.

"Thank you. When we get home, I’ll give you a spa treatment," Amelia said, her joy evident.

She changes so fast. When she’s happy, she fulfills all my needs, but when she’s not, no one dares to provoke her, Landon thought, and snorted as if dismissing Amelia’s flattery, though he actually liked it. He mentally communicated, A massage is enough!

"Okay." Amelia immediately rolled up her sleeves, ready to give Landon a massage.

When Aaron returned, he saw Amelia earnestly giving a massage to Landon, who was looking very pleased. Aaron smiled helplessly. Just as he was about to instruct the driver to start the car, a Rolls-Royce suddenly crashed into them.