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"Aussie, wake up."
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Osiris heard the soft voice of a woman.
He had been drinking last night, and now he had a terrible headache.
A crease formed on his forehead, and he opened his eyes. Amanda rested her head, gazing at him with love in her eyes. "What do you want to eat?" She slowly got up, despite her efforts to practice not using crutches these days, the effect was still not very good.
"Arthur!" Osiris saw who was in front of him and shouted without thinking.
"Don't you know Amanda has difficulty moving? Why did you let her come upstairs?"
His tone was very aggressive, and then he noticed Amanda's red eyes.
"Aussie, I just want to wake up with my beloved like any ordinary woman. Why do you want to drive me away?"
Osiris hurriedly reassured her: "I'm just afraid you'll be inconvenienced. Otherwise, why would I specially arrange a room on the first floor for you?"
"But I want to live with you." Amanda threw herself into his arms. "We are in a relationship that's headed towards marriage. Even if we sleep in the same bed, no one will say anything. Aussie, I want to live in the same room as you."
She blinked, as if thinking that this way, Osiris would be as doting on her as before. Osiris did want to agree, but suddenly he shook his head. "The doctor said that the most important thing for you now is to take care of your body. Going up and down the stairs is still too dangerous for you. Be obedient, I'll take you downstairs. If you have anything to say next time, just call the landline in my bedroom."
Amanda opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Osiris carried her downstairs, chatted with Amanda for a while, and then returned to his room. However, as soon as the door closed, Osiris's smile gradually faded.
Last night, he read a report.
It was about the Charity Gala that he didn't attend.
Reporters devoted a lot of space to describing the extravagance of the event and the grandeur of the participants.
But one woman in particular stands out in one of the photos.
Osiris Even with just a side profile of a masked face, it's easy to guess that the person is Elena.
He slept with her for three years.
He will never admit his mistake. Only Elena has a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. Speaking of which, this tattoo was originally done to appease Elena and cover up the gunshot scars on her arm.
Now, it has become the best way for him to recognize her. Elena is smiling elegantly in the photo, but anyone can tell that she is so happy. Osiris can't understand it. It's been several months since they separated, but he remembers more and more clearly about Elena.
He looked at the open trash can, where an empty bottle of red wine lay, and his temples seemed to start aching again.
...
"Are you going to reject me this time too?"
When William extended the second invitation, Elena still did not agree immediately.
"William, I am a divorced woman," she hesitated. "I admit, getting to know you has been very pleasant, but you are the prince of Country F. If people see you going out to dinner with a divorced woman, it wouldn't be good for your reputation."
"It's just dinner," William shrugged off, "I didn't say I'm pursuing you right now."
Elena blushing.
She didn't mean it that way.
"We are friends, right? So since I just arrived in your country, shouldn't you, as a friend, show me some hospitality?"
William did not continue to embarrass her on the previous topic, but instead gently steered the conversation to another level. In fact, they both knew that if it was just a matter of hospitality, Gert could also do it. "Okay."
Elena hesitated for a long time.
If it's just a matter of courtesy, she can go out with him.
"But let's make it clear in advance, if we run into any reporters, you must immediately separate from me."
William looked at her with a serious expression and nodded with a smile. Two days later, when Orly came to deliver her exhibit, she teasingly nudged Elena with her elbow. "I heard that you and Prince William have been getting along famously lately."
She had a look of watching a good show.
"We are friends," Elena corrected her.
"Friends can also become boyfriend and girlfriend, and besides, he likes you, I can tell."
"Oh, even you can see it."
Elena retorted irritably.
She just didn't want to become like this, that's why she didn't want to go out to eat alone with William.
"Thank goodness the journalist didn't find out, otherwise she would have already become the bad woman who played with the prince's feelings in the news."
"You don't really admire William? Why don't you want to take it further?"
Orly curiously sat down with the packed work box, accidentally bumping into Elena's arm, carrying a hint of warmth brought in from outside the door.
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