Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Extra Six: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Part Four)

Only after William Lane saw Evan Smith leave did he drive to the entrance.

As a result, within a short time, he saw a boy coming out of the school and asking her for her contact information with his cell phone.

In his hurry, William almost crashed the car into the sidewalk.

But by the time he got out of the car, the boy who wanted her contact information was gone.

Not being able to personally cut off Amelia Smith’s peach blossoms, William was unhappy all the way.

He understood that even without Ruben Wayne, there would be thousands of other “Ruben Wayne’s.”

The young lady is in her prime, young, beautiful, hardworking, strong, confident, and resilient.

With a large number of good qualities, who wouldn’t be tempted, who wouldn’t like her?

Thinking about it, William suddenly had a terrible idea.

And he plans to execute it, so he makes a U-turn ahead.

Ever since Amelia got in the car, she had been filling out an information form, not paying attention to where they were going.

Since William picked her up, she would definitely return to his residence.

But since the road took such a long time, she looked up and saw outside the window: “Where are we? Where are we going?”

“To your residence,” William replied.

Amelia blinked her beautiful deer eyes. What’s going on? Is she finally free?

William drove without looking at her, but he also knew she was puzzled: “To get something.”

“What thing?”

“Household Register, ID card,” William said indifferently.

“Huh?” Amelia was puzzled and even a bit cautious.

William Lane made up some lies: “Tomorrow we’ll get a certificate for you, so you can pay less tuition.”

“Is that possible?” Amelia was still confused.

William continued to make up stories: “Yeah. It’s a new policy, internal news. We’ll get it done for you while there are fewer people who know about it, otherwise, you’ll have to wait in line.”

“Oh,” Amelia nodded, “okay then.”

Perhaps it was because William had helped her when she was in her teens.

Amelia had always trusted William unconditionally.

After picking up the household register and ID card, the two returned to William’s residence, crossing half of the city.

Amelia had taken a nap in the car, and when they got back to the villa and went to her room, she was still dazed.

After watching her go back to her room, William took her household register and ID card and went back to the study room.

Amelia is a very opinionated and resilient person. She accomplishes what she wants to do and doesn’t compromise in what she doesn’t want to do.

But William knew that she was different towards him.

Perhaps because he had helped her, she always felt that she owed him something, so for William, she often obeyed without question.

Occasionally, she would argue a few points, but in the end, she would still listen.

Just like how he had forcefully intruded into her life, knowing she didn’t want to come, he would still take her to the villa whenever he had the time.

She would argue, resist, deliberately distance herself, but ultimately she would yield.

She would never argue or throw a temper over anything with him.

It seemed as if she would always test where his limits were, and when she reached them, she would go along with his preferences.

William looked at the photo on the ID card in his hand.

He regretted his actions tonight to some extent.

The young girl was only twenty years old, in the prime of her life, and she would meet many more people in the future.

Perhaps they would be better looking, more outstanding, and younger than him.

Keeping her by his side like this, wasn’t it unfair to her?

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William still wanted to selfishly keep her by his side.

He couldn’t accept the idea of someone else being with her.

Having made up his mind, William called Harton Clark, “Still at my place?”

Harton was bathing the children, and Charlotte Lane handed him the phone: “Yep.”

“Ask for the household register from my mom tomorrow, and we’ll meet at the Seventh Street East Intersection,” said William before adding, “Don’t tell Lila.”

Standing right next to Harton, Charlotte heard the voice coming from the phone: “……”

Harton glanced at Charlotte and laughed, “I’m on speakerphone, Lila is right here.”

William: “……”

Charlotte: “Sigh, my brother has grown up and has secrets he doesn’t share with his sister anymore.”

William: “……….”

“I’ll share it with you when it’s successful,” William smiled, “Remember not to forget tomorrow.”

Charlotte: “Okay.”

…

After hanging up the phone, William put away Amelia’s documents and was about to go back to the room to rest when he suddenly received a call from the boxing ring.

He answered, and the other party said, “Young Master, there’s trouble at the boxing ring.”

William didn’t understand why they were calling him about the trouble: “Deal with it.”

“We have. But…” the person hesitated for a moment, “One of them seems to be Lady Smith’s younger brother.”

William was taken aback, frowning, “You dealt with her brother?”

“No. But… Initially, his face was covered, so we hit him too.”

Fortunately, the people at the boxing ring tonight were familiar with Evan since they had followed William, otherwise, they would have dealt with him as part of the gang.

William breathed a sigh of relief: “What happened?”

“It’s a foreign gang that’s been in the domestic scene for a while now, looking to swallow up the boxing ring, so there was a conflict tonight,” the other party said, “It seems that Lady Smith’s brother was short of money and quite capable, and got tricked into it.”

“How did it go?” William asked.

“They all have external injuries, but they may need some time to recover.”

William: “Okay, got it. Let him heal for now.”

…

The next morning, breakfast was made by William as usual.

Amelia’s silent assessment of Young Master Lane’s cooking skills in her heart was: Edible.

After breakfast, the two went out to the car.

Amelia thought he would take her to the Dance Association on his way.

However, he parked his car by Seventh Street and got a file bag from another car. After that, they seemed to be going the wrong way.

“Where are we going?” Amelia asked.

William said calmly, “Civil Affairs Bureau.”

“Ha?” Amelia thought she was having some problem with her ears or brain, “Where are we going?”

“Civil Affairs Bureau.”

“Go, what are we doing there?”

“To get the certificate.”

Amelia’s eyes widened: “What certificate?”

“Marriage certificate,” William answered patiently yet calmly.

“Who’s getting the marriage certificate?” Amelia asked again.

“The two of us,” William said, “You and me.”

Amelia was speechless. In her head, it felt like bees were buzzing incessantly. After a while, she said, “Are you crazy?”

“You’re old enough,” William said.

What does it mean when he says she’s old enough?

What does it mean that she’s old enough!

Feeling confused for a while, Amelia suddenly became somewhat agitated: “Young Master Lane, look at me, look at me, look at me carefully, do you know who I am? Do you know the gap between our statuses?”

“I am driving, and I can’t look at you,” William honestly didn’t look at her, focusing on driving instead, “But I know very well who you are.”