At this moment, Ava Ramirez had already taken two steps forward, her face full of worry as she exclaimed, "What's wrong, General? Are you okay? Don't move around, I'll go get the first aid kit."
Ava's concern was genuine, and she deftly found the first aid kit from the second drawer under a window, demonstrating her familiarity with the villa. It was a representation of the meaning behind the words "private adjutant."
"Quick, General, let me help you with your wound!"
"Get out!"
Ava immediately froze in place, taking a few panicked steps back. Tyler was angry! No one dared to approach him when he was in a rage!
People only heard about Tyler's temperament, but hadn't truly experienced it. However, Ava Ramirez had witnessed it firsthand. Each of Tyler's eight adjutants had suffered serious injuries simply because they were too close when Tyler was angry.
She was not one of those loyal adjutants who were devoted to Tyler and willing to risk their lives to calm his rage. She had worked hard to become Tyler's private adjutant, only for personal gain. She wanted to marry Tyler and become Mrs. Davis.
"General, you're bleeding a lot, let me take care of your wound first!" Ava said sincerely, but it seemed fake from such a distance.
Tyler didn't even look at Ava Ramirez. He only had eyes for Amelia, and Amelia alone.
If it were Amelia from her past life, seeing this look would have made her feel like a prey being stared at by a lion, with a chill running down her neck. But now, she understood the care and panic behind this expression.
Her heart ached. His hand was still bleeding, so she prepared to treat his wound.
"Do you want to die?" Tyler's seemingly cold and indifferent voice rang out.
Amelia froze. Yes, in her past life, she did want to die, which was why she argued and fought with Tyler, allowing Ava Ramirez to take advantage and push her, injuring her face.
She vaguely remembered how she had answered this question in her past life. She said she wanted to die, and told Tyler to have the guts to kill her.
Saying something like that while Tyler was in a rage was just adding fuel to the fire!
"Amelia, why don't you apologize now? How dare you call the General by his name and anger him. Do you want to die?" Ava Ramirez looked at Tyler's attitude and echoed her words from afar, her tone serious with a hint of excitement. She knew what Tyler's anger represented, and no one had ever angered Tyler before. There could not be a good outcome.
This same question, "Do you want to die?" had a completely different meaning. Amelia knew that Tyler was only asking her if she wanted to commit suicide, and he definitely didn't mean anything else.
Amelia held a little bunny in her arms and blinked in confusion. Her fan-like eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at Tyler, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
This was a stark contrast to her previous cold and indifferent demeanor towards Ava Ramirez. Pouting and pitiful, she timidly reached out her hand like a helpless little animal.
"I don't want to die, Tyler, hold me!"
...
Ava Ramirez sneered inwardly. How dare this pet act so shamelessly and approach Tyler in a fit of rage? She clearly had no regard for her own life!
Ava Ramirez could already picture Amelia being brutally thrown to the ground or having her frail little hand snapped in two. She held her breath, feeling ecstatic at the thought.
However...
Tyler's anger had yet to subside, but he extended his long arm and gently picked up Amelia, making sure not to get any blood on her dress from his injured hand.
Ava Ramirez was speechless with shock. This woman had approached Tyler in his fit of rage, and yet nothing had happened. How was this possible? It couldn't be true!