Tyler dragged Amelia back into the villa, in a fit of rage he couldn't control his strength and pushed her to the ground. With a bang, he slammed the door shut and locked it with the sound of a turning key.
The new plush carpet cushioned her fall, so it didn't hurt. She knew that this was the result of Tyler suppressing his anger as much as possible.
But now she was locked in, and Tyler's footsteps were fading away. With a pout, Amelia couldn't help but shed a few tears of grievance. She was afraid of pain, and she cried easily, which was contradictory to her solitary and aloof personality.
Solitary and aloof was her attitude towards the world, but facing Tyler, she was her true self.
Amelia bit her lower lip, since she was acting unreasonably, she might as well go all out. Unable to reach the scratches caused by the rose thorns on her back, she rubbed her eyes and began to eat the snacks on the table. She was a little hungry and seemed to calm down.
Then she stood up, walked to the window, and saw the beautiful scenery outside still unchanged. The small rose bushes that were crushed would soon be restored by the gardener. She picked up the small stool from the dressing table and stepped on it to climb out of the window.
There were no safety measures, no hesitation!
"Bang!" Amelia jumped out of the second-floor window!
The scream of a maid who was tending the flower beds echoed through the villa, and it became lively in an instant.
Ignoring the commotion, Amelia sat calmly on the ground, waiting for Tyler to arrive.
Tyler received the news and could hardly believe Amelia's audacity. He rushed over like a storm and brought an icy chill with him, as if he wanted to bury her in the deepest ice of the snowfield.
"Amelia!! Are you trying to escape?" he shouted hoarsely.
Sitting on the ground, Amelia shook her head seriously and said, "No, I just want to go to Saint Hua University!"
In her past life, for a full ten years, she knew exactly how to handle Tyler. His only weakness was her, and only her.
Of course, she couldn't do anything really dangerous. Jumping down from the second floor wasn't that high, and she wasn't stupid! She just wanted to let Tyler know her thoughts.
Since she couldn't explain the reason, let Tyler think she was being stubborn. Tyler would forgive her eventually.
Tyler laughed. Amelia, who he knew so well, knew that he wasn't no longer angry, but his murderous intent had intensified after his anger had boiled over.
"Good, very good, as expected of my woman, Tyler. You need to go to school, right? Alright, someone will send you to Saint Hua tomorrow!"
Tyler said coldly and fiercely before turning around and leaving without paying attention to Amelia, who was standing there. His footsteps were fast, and he was worried that if he slowed down, he would lose control and turn back to break Amelia's neck.
Tomorrow? So soon? Tyler wants her to give up, right? After all, it is almost impossible for her to overcome autism in just one day.
Making her face the outside world unprepared, is he trying to scare her and make her obediently return to this villa?
Tyler has no other way to deal with her, huh!
In fact, in her past life, she had spent a lot of time learning how to control her fear of autism, and even if she wasn't given time, she would force herself to adapt.
When she's not with Tyler, she's already incredibly strong.
Being pulled out of the house by Tyler today was just too sudden, and it triggered the fear hidden in her heart, causing her to panic.
For Tyler's sake, she will go to Saint Hua. She won't allow herself to back down, even if it is the autism that has troubled her for a lifetime.
Looking at herself, who was covered in dirt, she frowned due to her cleanliness obsession, went back to her room, took a shower, and the minor injuries on her back from the rose bushes weren't severe. Warm water cleaned away the blood and dirt, and the small wound on her back turned slightly white when it got wet.
Amelia curled up alone on the bed, Tyler's scent filled the room, as if he was comforting and holding her. Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and she slept poorly, occasionally letting out a low sob, looking pitiful.