Chapter 6 Damien Saved Her
However, the car was too fast, and she couldn't dodge it at all.
In that moment, she felt death approaching. She thought she would be shattered into pieces. Her baby, who had finally managed to survive, would die together with her as an irresponsible mother.
Just when she was filled with despair, a figure rushed over from the side and embraced her, pushing her forward. The tall man's body rotated, and when he fell on the ground, he became a cushion for Amelia.
The car swiftly passed by them, Amelia lay on top of the man, hearing his muffled groan.
She got up.
"Mr. Kingsley..."
She hurriedly got up and quickly went to help Damien.
"Mr. Kingsley, are you okay? Why didn't you move? Are you hurt?"
Damien's eye twitched a few times, supported by Amelia as he stood up.
He waved his hand at Amelia.
"I'm fine, what about you? I just promised to protect the baby, why did you run into the middle of the road?"
Amelia lowered her head and whispered.
"I'm sorry."
Damien sized her up for a while, and seeing that she had no injuries, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.
But seeing her submissive and apologetic appearance, he frowned. He had been standing across the road just now when Amelia rushed out, her eyes were still red from crying earlier,
He softened his tone.
"Thank goodness nothing happened. Why did you come out of the house? Is there something else to do?"
Amelia raised her head and looked at Damien. Damien's face was elegant, with slightly pursed lips.
Being a clever person, Damien knew that Amelia's expression meant that something was definitely not simple, so he didn't ask further.
"Let's get in the car first, the sun is too strong."
Seeing Amelia nod, he gently held her wrist and led her across the road.
The delicacy of the girl's wrist made him afraid to exert force, fearing that he might accidentally break it. How did she become so thin?
Damien was extremely cautious in his grip while Amelia quietly followed him, being led across the road like a child. Even when they got in the car, Amelia remained silent.
At the Sterling Fried Chicken Shop, there were now more customers. Judy helped package the fried chicken for the customers and collected money while she continued to talk to David about Amelia's disobedience and how she didn't get into university. She hadn't even scolded her yet, but Amelia dared to run away.
Judy decided that if Amelia wanted to come back this time, she couldn't let her easily return home. She had to teach her a lesson and see if she would dare to run away again and slack off from work in the future.
As they were talking, they heard the customers in the restaurant discussing.
"Ah, just earlier, it was really dangerous. She almost got hit by a car. The girl was standing in the middle of the road, completely scared..."
David's hand paused while picking up the fried chicken, and he exchanged a glance with Judy. He quickly asked, "Madam, who almost got hit by a car just now?"
The woman pointed outside the door.
"It was that girl over there. She almost got into a car accident. A car nearly hit her. It frightened me so much. The car was even an SUV. If it had hit her, I wonder what she would have looked like."
David's face changed slightly, he put down his chopsticks and walked outside.
Standing at the shop entrance, he saw cars passing by on the road, with no signs of any accident scene.
The woman inside the shop continued, "The girl didn't die. When the car was about to hit her, a man saved her. It didn't hit her."
David breathed a sigh of relief and returned to scoop up the fried chicken for the customers. He whispered to Judy, "It definitely wasn't her."
Judy coldly snorted, "I know it wasn't her. If she had the courage to commit suicide, would she not have done it when she didn’t pass the university entrance exam?"
The air-conditioning in the car was on, relieving some of the scorching heat. Amelia sat in the back seat, her eyes fixed on the window, and her head slowly drooped.
Damien saw her fall asleep through the rear-view mirror and let out a soft sigh.
Although Amelia didn't say it, he knew that the argument with her family was likely the reason.
He thought it was because of the child and that her parents had found out, so they blamed her. It was his responsibility, and he wouldn't let this nineteen-year-old girl face such difficulties alone.
The car entered an upscale residential area. Because it was close to his company, Damien bought an apartment in this neighborhood. He usually lives here alone, which saves him a lot of time on the road. His time as the CEO is actually very valuable.
Although he occasionally hangs out with his selective good friends, he doesn't have as much time to eat, drink, and have fun and attend parties like those spoiled second generation rich.
He spends more time working diligently for the company and very little time on social events, which are a waste of his time according to him.
After parking the car, Damien opened the back seat door and looked at the deeply sleeping girl. Her face was full of innocence, yet it didn't hide her beauty. It was so pure that it felt disrespectful to even touch it.
Damien bent down, his arm reaching through her slender legs, careful not to wake her, Damien lifted Amelia up.
She was light and petite, he felt that he could easily hold her in his arms and run for dozens of kilometers.
This girl was even more extraordinary than he had imagined.
After punching in the password, the door opened and he carried Amelia inside his apartment.
Climbed the stairs and entered into the bedroom. The curtains were already drawn and the bedroom was dimly lit.
Gently he placed Amelia on the bed, softly closed the bedroom door behind him.
Then Damien made a housekeeping call and a middle-aged housekeeper arrived soon.
After Damien looked at her personal information and then looked at her in person, he nodded slightly in approval.
"Go in and help her take off her clothes," Damien instructed.
The housekeeper stared blankly at Damien, she couldn't react for a moment. Did he call her to clean the house? Not to cook? Help someone undress?
"It's inconvenient for me to undress a young girl," Damien explained and then stood up.
"I need to go out for a while. I will be back soon. If she wakes up, give her something to eat. If she doesn't wake up, there's no need to wake her up."
After Damien finished speaking, he had already put on his coat and left.
The housekeeper couldn't help but be shocked. Mr. Kingsley was truly a gentleman.
He actually hired housekeeping services for undressing a girl. It was the first time she had encountered such a task.
It has to be said that the housekeeper was hasty in making this judgement because if she knew that Damien had already claimed Amelia as his own since the first time they met, she would not think of him as a gentleman. Instead, she would curse him for being so deceitful.
Damien was certainly not pretending. The first time, he was basically in a drunken state.
Although he remembered what happened that night, his body and instincts suppressed his willpower. But now he was sober, how could he go and strip a woman of her clothes?
When he came back, the housekeeper had already washed and hung up all the clothes that Amelia had taken off. Damien put down the handful of shopping bags in his hand and picked out one to hand to the housekeeper.
"Nightgown, help her put it on," Damien said.
The housekeeper had dealt with many elite or wealthy clients, so she also knew of some brands. The price of this nightgown was definitely not cheap, and there were other high-end branded packages as well. Mr. Kingsley was most certainly very generous.