In front of Tyler, Amelia's cold and arrogant demeanor disappeared, and she became a cute girl who liked to act coquettishly, with a constant upward curve on her lips.
The two of them spent an afternoon cuddled up on the couch, and Amelia was delighted to find that Tyler no longer reacted strangely to her closeness and gradually learned to accept it with ease.
This time, Tyler personally took Amelia to Forest Peak.
"Hmph! The other day Uncle Taylor took me up the mountain, and I was so scared, but you didn't even pay attention to me!" Amelia felt wronged when she remembered.
Only she knew how scared she was at that time, in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, and her autism buried deep in her heart was about to surface.
Most importantly, Tyler wasn't with her at that time.
"It's my fault. I won't do it again in the future!" Tyler said in a deep voice.
A feeling of regret spread within him. He knew she had autism, yet he let her face the world alone.
Tyler didn't realize how severe Amelia's autism was, how she managed to stay in the military with it, and what kind of psychological journey she had gone through. But he regretted it.
He would never leave her alone again, even if she wanted to kill him with a knife, he would hand her one so that he would never abandon her again.
Amelia had no idea that her casual coquettishness and complaints made Tyler think so much.
In this life, she knew that Tyler loved her dearly, like a spoiled child. She didn't want to endure it anymore. If someone spoils her, why not be a bit temperamental? If she has a support system, why not rely on it?
Amelia looked back three times as she walked into the Forest Peak military base.
Tyler thought of wilderness survival, and his brow furrowed as if in knots. But he ultimately didn't say anything, thinking of Amelia's determination. He started the car and left.
Who knows what Tyler was thinking in the car, his lips slightly curved up, his handsome face shining.
Give that girl a surprise!
Amelia returned to Suse with a serene expression, while Noah Foster remained cold-faced, as if he couldn't stand to look at her for even a moment longer. Amelia was happy to have some peace and quiet, and went to bed by herself, clutching her little bunny. She sweetly thought about Tyler and wondered if their mutual confession of feelings meant they were officially in a relationship.
However, she still had some worries about tomorrow. She wasn't sure if her small stature would allow her to perform well in the wilderness survival exercise, but she had to complete it. She had to stay in Saint Hua and make the best of it.
She had read books and heard stories before. Tyler used to tell her cruel and bloody bedtime stories during her first two years at the villa, which were so intense that for a long time, Amelia, who had been locked up by her parents for thirteen years like a baby, thought that all bedtime stories were like the ones Tyler told her.
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The next day, the whistle sounded so compelling that the sleeping students reflexively opened their eyes. Noah Foster immediately jumped out of bed, his movements swift and efficient. By comparison, Amelia seemed to be in slow motion.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that although Amelia was slow, she didn't waste much time. Her every movement was precise and measured, from getting up and washing up to making the bed, without any extraneous actions.
Even though the blanket was just a lump yesterday, today it was folded as neatly as a standard model. Noah Foster couldn't help but keep looking at Amelia, wondering if she had trained with someone during the half-day break.
Amelia was unaware of Noah Foster's surprise; it was all normal to her. Only Tyler knew how strong her learning ability was. Except for her weak physical strength, if she watched or learned something once or twice, she would have pretty much mastered it.
In some ways, her autistic focus might even be considered genius.