Chapter 181: Chapter 181



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“What are you doing?” asked Amelia, staring at Dolores who was standing in the living room and about to make a call on the landline.

With a glass of water in her hands, Amelia was standing in the kitchen doorway.

On the other end of the line, Samuel heard a woman’s voice different from that of his mother. He tried to calm down, but at that moment he was unable to do so. He asked in a slightly trembling voice, “Mom, is that you?”

Dolores choked. Hearing Samuel’s voice, she wanted to answer her son, ignoring Amelia’s question. She wanted to tell him not to worry and that she was fine.

However, Amelia hurried, took the landline phone in her hands and hung up immediately. “Miss Flores, the Young Master has said he can’t make any calls, did he forget?” she asked.

Dolores looked at Amelia. “It is true that your Young Master has saved my life. But he won’t allow me to contact my family. Don’t you think he has gone too far in doing so?”

Indeed, it didn’t make any sense. However, Amelia believed that Charles had his reasons for doing so. “Young Master probably has his own concerns. Just listen to him obediently.”

“Don’t you know my family will worry about me if they can’t find me?” Dolores tried to convince her.

Amelia held the landline phone tightly in her arms, as if she feared Dolores would try to snatch it away from her. She had to admit that what Dolores was saying made sense, but she had to obey the Young Master’s orders.

“Amelia…”

“Stop it. Let me help you back to the room.” To prevent Dolores from picking up the phone, Amelia put it on the dining room table. Then she trotted back and helped her. “Come on. Please don’t give me a hard time, Miss Flores. If you really need to get in touch with your family, please tell Young Master. If he would agree, I wouldn’t stop you.”

Dolores did not know Charles at all. She was even unsure of his purpose in preventing her from contacting his family.

“Amelia, have you been working here long?” Dolores calmly changed the subject and wanted to get more information out of him about Charles.

“Yes. I’ve been taking care of the Young Master.” Amelia was quite straightforward, so she immediately answered Dolores as soon as she was asked.

“Why is he staying in such a big house, where are his parents?” Dolores feared Amelia would guess her purpose, so she added, “It’s such a big house. If he stays here alone, he will be very lonely.”

“I’ve never seen his mother. I’ve only met his father, but his father has passed away. Now he is the only one in his family.”

“Ah, and what does he do, then?” Dolores pretended to be inexperienced in life and looked around the house. “He seems to be quite wealthy.”

“Miss Flores, this is your first time in White City, so you don’t know much. However, in White City, everyone knows the White Family.” As she spoke, Amelia felt very proud of the White Family. “The Young Master can’t stand or walk, but he is quite outstanding. At least seventy percent of the citizens of White City work for the White Family company. He has solved a lot of people’s employment problems, hasn’t he?” When Amelia mentioned Charles, her eyes lit up. She couldn’t help but boast.

Seventy percent?

It was certainly a huge amount.

“How many citizens are there in White City?” asked Dolores again.

“About fifty or sixty thousand. I don’t know the exact number.” Amelia helped her to sit up. “Slow down. Be careful with your leg.”

Dolores obediently lifted her leg and placed it on the bed. Staring at Amelia, she asked, “Have you been to other places? Like B-town? Do you know how far we are from there?”

“I don’t. I’ve never been there. We shouldn’t be too far from there. It’s just that White City is in a remote place.”

Dolores lay back on the bed. Basically, she could tell that Amelia had told her the truth. The girl was quite simple and naive, and she didn’t know how to hide anything. The others could tell at a glance how much she adored and liked Charles.

“Miss Flores, please take a nap. If you get bored, may I find a book for you to read?” asked Amelia tentatively.

Dolores had slept late, so she wasn’t sleeping now.

“Would you like to read a biography, a romance or some other kind of book?”

“Can I have a pencil and some sheets of paper?” If she was reading books to kill time, she’d rather take the opportunity and do something she enjoyed.

“What for?” Amelia suddenly understood. “I see. Do you like drawings and paintings?” Dolores shook her head. “I’m a fashion designer. I want those things to draw my drafts.”

Amelia opened her eyes and looked at her adoringly. “You’re a fashion designer? Wow… You’re amazing!”

Under her heated gaze, Dolores felt quite embarrassed. She was just a fashion designer who had made small achievements in her fields, which was hardly noteworthy.

“Wait a moment. I’ll get them for you.” Amelia was as excited as if a fashion designer was someone very prominent.

She soon returned with the pencils and paper Dolores needed, handing them to Dolores. She also sensibly set the tray table on the bed. Suddenly, she muttered, “I’ve finally seen a real one.” Dolores looked at her in confusion.

She wondered what he meant by “a real one.”

Amelia felt a little embarrassed. She rubbed her hands together and muttered, “I dreamed of being a fashion designer when I was young, but I never had the chance to study it. I had never seen a fashion designer before. Well, I mean in my real life. I’ve only seen them on TV.”

“If you like it, I can teach you.” Dolores was very generous in offering her the opportunity to study.

She could teach Amelia the techniques of fashion design, but Amelia needed to have her own inspiration if she wanted to move forward.

“Really?” Amelia’s eyes sparkled. However, at the thought of Charles’ words, she lowered her voice. “Forget it.”

“Why?” Dolores didn’t understand. It seemed Amelia was genuinely interested, but why wasn’t she willing to study it while there was a chance to learn more?

“The Young Master asked me to take good care of you. I can’t have you wasting away. If he knew you were teaching me, he would be very angry.”

“Then we needn’t tell him,” Dolores suggested.

“No. I can’t.” Amelia continued to wave her hand in denial. “I can’t lie to Young Master.” Dolores choked.

She had no idea how she could describe Amelia’s obedience to Charles.

Amelia was too humble.

Was that how a girl should be when she was in love with someone?

“Amelia, if you want to attract a boy, you have to have some advantages in order to attract him.” Dolores couldn’t help but want to help this girl.

She realized that Amelia was a nice girl.

Charles asked Amelia to take care of her because he knew how loyal Amelia was to him.

Amelia knew what Dolores was trying to tell him. However, she knew her own identity. Although others knew how much she adored and loved Charles, she could not confess her love to him. How could she, a maid, live up to the Young Master?

Amelia did not ask for much: as long as she could stay by Young Master’s side and care for him, she could be quite satisfied. She would ask for nothing more.

“Miss Flores, please go on with your drawing. I won’t delay you too long. Please call me if you need anything.”

After that, she trotted out of the room quickly.

She seemed to be jumping for something.

Dolores let out a sigh. If Amelia didn’t make an effort to stand out, how was Charles going to notice her?

Identities were indeed important, but Dolores believed that a person’s character was more important.

She never believed that love needed both people to have the same background.

Did only rich people deserve to be in love?

She despised those kinds of opinions.

Dolores sighed because Amelia was so silly. In her opinion, if Amelia liked Charles, she should fight for his love in return. If she kept doing things humbly to him, Charles might not appreciate it at all.

Dolores picked up the pencil and took a deep breath to calm herself.

After taking several deep breaths, she finally calmed down. Suddenly, Matthew’s face flashed through her mind.

Her heart clenched.

She wondered if that man had become nervous because she had suddenly disappeared.

She didn’t know.

As soon as the point of the pencil landed on the paper, she seemed to know what she was going to draw. Then her brushes fell on the paper steadily and swiftly.

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“Young Master, you are back.”

Charles entered from outside. Amelia immediately grabbed his jacket taken from the driver’s hands.

Charles glanced into Dolores’ room and asked, “What have you been doing at home today?”

Amelia hesitated and answered without holding anything back, “Miss Flores has managed to get out to make a phone call.”

Charles looked at her.

Amelia immediately explained, “I had gone to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I didn’t want to give her a chance to call on purpose…”

“Did she get through?” Charles interrupted her panicked explanation.

Amelia thought a moment and shook her head. “I don’t think so. I hung up on him for her.”

“Okay, I see.” After that, he powered the wheelchair, approaching Dolores’ room.

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