Thinking about the person she was about to meet downstairs, Amelia picked out the prettiest dress she owned, combed her hair until it was smooth and neat, and even lightly applied makeup to give her pale face some color. Even in a miserable state, she was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her. Now, with a little bit of grooming, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Unlike her cowardly appearance in her previous life, she was now radiant and confident in every move she made.
Accustomed to holding something in her hand, she held her newly received little bunny and opened the door to see Tyler patiently waiting outside. She smiled at him and said, "Let's go!"
Tyler was stunned. He knew Amelia was beautiful, but he had never seen her so stunning before.
At this point, Amelia took the initiative to hold Tyler's hand, and his large palm was as warm as it was in their previous life. Tyler stiffened all over, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of that soft little hand. Even though he never blinked in the face of gunfire, he was nervous and began to sweat in his palms because of Amelia's touch.
What was going on? She had never approached him on her own before, only resistance and disgust.
This made Tyler feel too happy too suddenly, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He didn't even dare to ask, pretending to be calm, and was afraid that the sweat in his palms would make Amelia let go of his hand. He felt annoyed and tried to control himself from sweating.
The huge villa was quiet. Amelia looked at the stairs leading downstairs and felt a tightness in her heart. Tyler felt Amelia's hand tighten, and he remembered that Amelia had autism. She would never take the initiative to go downstairs. He couldn't help but hold Amelia's hand tighter.
"Are you afraid? If you're afraid, we don't have to go down." Misunderstanding, truth, none of it mattered as much as Amelia saying she was afraid in his heart.
Amelia shook her head firmly! In this life, she will no longer retreat!
Step by step, the servants in the hall had already left as soon as they saw Tyler's gaze. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time she went downstairs, she would marvel at how luxurious the villa was, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the third floor to the hall, French imported velvet carpets on the floor, high-end custom European-style sofas, and antique trinkets everywhere were all genuine.
Thinking about how she had occasionally destroyed things in her previous life, she felt like she had wasted so much.
Tyler held her hand and sat down on the sofa, and Amelia sat in the corner of the sofa, holding the little bunny and biting her lip slightly.
Her autism had improved a lot in her later life, and she wasn't really afraid now, she just needed to adapt. After all, she didn't go downstairs at this time in her previous life.
At that time, she was forced by Tyler, and how could she go downstairs? She was hiding in the corner like a dying little beast, licking her wounds in misery!
Tyler asked her to go downstairs, but how could she be willing? However, because her reaction was too extreme, Tyler became more worried that she would do something irrational, so he insisted that she go downstairs to hear the truth.
She stood in the hall in a miserable and shameful state, listening to the deputy speak earnestly, saying that Tyler had raped her because he had drugged her, and that she had no choice. At that moment, she thought, but she was the victim, why should you be forgiven just because you didn't do it on purpose? She would never forgive him!
So she began to get angry and threw many things, including exquisite Su embroidery, high-end tea sets, and the Ru kiln vase on the table, all shattered on the floor.
Then she fell, fell on the broken porcelain pieces, ruining her face, and was later monitored with tranquilizers.