Chapter 543
The woman almost fled in haste.
A faint smirk crossed Amelia’s face as she watched the scene unfold, thinking, “Warren has always
been too proud to be easily tempted.”
There was a time when a minor celebrity tried to drug him, hoping for a night of passion, but he
chose to leave while enduring the effects of the drug rather than letting that persony a finger on
him. Naturally, the fate of that minor celebrity afterward was horrifying, and as for that night….
The memory of that night made Amelia shake her head vigorously.
“Don’t dwell on it; just treat everything from the past as a nightmare! The only good thing Warren
has left me with is Aiden!” she muttered silently.
However, as she suppressed those memories and nced out of the corner of her eye in Warren’s
direction, she noticed his deep eyes were fixed on her.
Instantly, a wave of stiffness washed over Amelia’s entire body.
For a moment, it felt as though she was frozen in ce, her gaze locked onto his face as if she
couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
His gaze felt like a tangled web, ensnaring herpletely.
After an uncertain amount of time, an unexpected voice interrupted Amelia’s thoughts. “Hey,dy
boss, what’s this… a tender gaze exchange? How about us two guys join in and have a look too…”
A strong whiff of alcohol wafted into Amelia’s nostrils.
She turned her head to find two inebriated men now focusing their attention on her with ill
intentions. One of them seemed overly eager to get all handsy with her.
Amelia quickly sidestepped, putting more space between herself and the two men, eyeing them
skeptically. “These guys… they don’t seem like the usual troublemakers around here. Could they…
have been reced? And is ‘harassment’ the y they’re unfolding today?” she pondered.
“Why are you avoiding us? You look pretty good,dy boss. Come on, give me a kiss, and I’ll pay
youter. I promise you’ll live a good life. No need to… hup… work so hard setting up stall…”
The man burped as he spoke, then lunged toward Amelia once more..
Amelia dodged their advances once again. “If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!”
At this hour, it was already 2 a.m., and the street was deserted, with only a few vendors and
scattered passersby. However, these onlookers seemed unwilling to get involved and simply
watched from a distance.
“Sure… call the police… We’ve never been afraid of anyone…” The man chuckled and lunged at
Amelia again.
As Amelia evaded their advances, she reached into her pocket to grab her phone with the intention
of making a call. However, the phone was suddenly knocked out of her hand by the other man and
it tumbled to the ground.
The two drunken men closed in on her, trapping her from both sides. Amelia’s attempts to avoid
them grew increasingly flustered and exhausted. Suddenly, one of the men seized her and tightly
wrapped his arms around her, moving in for an unwanted kiss on her face with his plump lips. All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.
But in the nick of time, a foot came down hard on the man who was about to kiss Amelia. He was
sent sprawling to the ground, but since he still clung tightly to Amelia, it seemed as though she
might fall with him.
In that critical moment, an arm quickly encircled Amelia’s waist, and the next second, she found
herself enveloped in a wide, reassuring embrace. A familiar aura instantly surrounded her entire
being!
Amelia gazed at Warren in astonishment as he held her.
“Is he… actually saving me? I expected him to revel in my humiliation, to find joy in my torment and
suffering,” she thought.
At that moment, another intoxicated manunched a punch toward Warren. Without any hesitation,
Warren swiftly pushed Amelia, still wrapped in his embrace, to the side. He raised his hand and
unleashed a powerful blow to the man’s abdomen.
Amelia was well aware of Warren’s formidable fighting skills. During their time together, he had
sparred with professional fighters, and she had witnessed it on multiple asions.
Therefore, she had no doubt that he could handle these two drunken men.
What surprised her, however, was why he would save her.
Sure enough, in no time, those two drunkards were beaten up to the point where they were begging
for mercy, their intoxication had mostly cleared, and they scrambled away almost on all fours.
Warren walked up to Amelia and said, “In the future, don’t set up your stall here.”
Warren thought about the harassment earlier; if he hadn’t been here, those two drunkards would
have seeded in their ill
intentions.
The mere thought of it made him inexplicably ufortable, and he even felt that just letting those
two go like that was too lenient.
Amelia suddenly chuckled. “So, Mr. York, are you trying topletely cut off my path? Sending
those people to disrupt me before wasn’t enough, and now you want to send two more to y a
scene and personally warn me? Actually, you might as well not bother; maybe the lesson I learned
would be more profound.”
Warren furrowed his brow. “The two people today weren’t sent by Irene.”
“So, does that mean the troublemakers from the other day were sent by Irene?” Amelia asked.
Warren pressed his thin lips tightly together and didn’t refute; instead, he tacitly agreed.
Amelia’s smile broadened, yet it carried a profound undertone of bitterness.
“It really was Irene. I’m already in dire circumstances, but Irene is still unwilling to release her grip
on me? No… perhaps it’s more urate to say that the man standing before me is the one who
truly refuses to let me go,” she thought bitterly
“So, Mr. York, what brings you here today? Are you just here to give me a warning to stop setting up
my stall?” Amelia asked, casting a quick nce at the time. As it was nearing closing time, she
started to organize the tables and chairs, neatly arranging the tes and some uncooked
ingredients.
Warren observed her coldly as she tidied up. “Are you implying that you still intend to continue
setting up your stall here?”
“If I don’t set up my stall, how am I supposed to survive?” She raised her gaze to him, her
expression cold. “I have limited abilities, I’m an ex-convict, and finding a job is tough. Cooking is the
only skill I have, and setting up a stall is the only way I can make a living. Of course, Mr. York, if you
genuinely want to cut off my livelihood, I’m sure there are plenty of ways to do it.”
Suddenly, a wave of turmoil surged within Warren. He had indeed forgotten that, despite her once
being an outstanding secretary with professional skills, her criminal record would likely deter most
legitimatepanies from hiring her.
In the days after her release from prison, even though he had sent people to investigate and learn
about her, thinking about it now, she was probably struggling even more than he had originally
thought.
“What if I help you find a job? Would you consider not setting up your stall here?” The words slipped
out of his mouth without him intending them to.
Amelia stared at Warren in disbelief. “Mr. York, are you serious?”
Warren was equally taken aback by his own words, perplexed about why he had uttered them.