Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

She had humbly wanted to get the attention and recognition of Nicola Clinton .

Why did it end up like this? Why

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“Sir, what can I do for you?” In the study, Uncle Mark stood straight in front of the desk.

Nicola Clinton leaned against the chair, looking particularly tired.

“Uncle Mark , how is the investigation about the necklace going?” He slowly opened his eyes and asked.

Uncle Mark raised his head and looked at him. After a short hesitation, he reported the investigation results to Nicola Clinton in detail. “It was Mrs. Kent who asked Amelia Wytte to clean the room that day, but Amelia Wytte didn’t steal anything.”

Well, it was just as he expected.

As far as he knew about Amelia Wytte, a proud woman like her didn’t want to do those sneaky things at all.

Elena and Noah didn’t take him seriously anymore. They dared to use those dirty tricks under his nose.

“Sir, what do you think…”

“Noah , transfer her to the backyard. I don’t want her to appear in front of me again. As for Elena … Find someone to serve her specially. If she has any movement, report to me immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” Uncle Mark understood.

The so-called service was just a disguised monitoring.

“Get out.” Nicola Clinton waved his hand, indicating him to leave.

After the meeting, Uncle Mark immediately turned around and left.

Suddenly, he was left alone in the study. He closed his eyes again. Inexplicably, the smiling face of Amelia Wytte appeared in his mind.

He was crazy! He was crazy!

At that time, Amelia Wytte had just washed the cobblestones in the front yard.

It was already two o’clock in the morning. She hadn’t even had dinner yet, and her stomach was already growling. She could only drink a large pot of water to fill her hunger.

The next morning, she went to the backyard to clean as usual. She saw Noah sweeping the floor with her tools and whispering something.

Amelia Wytte was confused. She took two steps forward and asked, “Why are you here?”

“I’d like to ask you what you said to Mr. Clinton . You even transferred me to the backyard to do your work. Amelia Wytte, you are really something!”

Noah was so angry that she hummed. Amelia Wytte was confused.

She was the one who was punished last night. Why did Noah punish her here?

“I didn’t say anything. Maybe Mr. Clinton has seen your true face. Since you are here, I’ll go first.” She shrugged and didn’t want to talk to her anymore.

Seeing her complacent look, Noah stamped her feet angrily, but she could do nothing.

“Amelia Wytte.”

It was Uncle Mark .

“Yes, sir.” She stopped and said respectfully.

“You can be responsible for the front yard from now on.” Uncle Mark glanced at her, always polite and alienated.

Amelia Wytte nodded and agreed without hesitation. When she was about to leave, she saw Elena coming downstairs.

She was dressed in home clothes, cool and sexy.

However, the first thing she noticed in Amelia Wytte was the red mark on her neck.

She was not a simple girl, so she knew what it was.

She quickened her pace and tried to avoid Elena subconsciously.

But the man stopped her first. He sneered and asked, “Why are you running? Why are you so afraid of seeing me?”

“No, I’m just busy working in the front yard.” Amelia Wytte shook her head and looked down.

Elena reached out and pinched her chin, forcing herself to look into her eyes.

With a smile, she pointed at her neck and asked, “do you know what it is?”

Amelia Wytte kept silent.

Regardless of her, Elena continued, “last night, I slept in Nicola ‘s room. He took the initiative to keep me. He’s really crazy. He’s not gentle at all. My bones are almost broken. How about you massage them for me?”

“Sorry, I won’t.” Amelia Wytte pulled out her hand, “I have something to do. You’d better ask Noah to help you.”

She was about to walk out, but Elena held her tightly, with her sharp nails almost piercing into her flesh.

It could be seen how much Elena hated her.

Taking a deep breath, Amelia Wytte looked at her with more pity, “Mrs. Kent , in fact, you don’t have to be against me all the time. Nicola Clinton believes that I killed Bill . He only hates me.”

“How do you know there is nothing else? Amelia Wytte, as long as you don’t disappear from him, I can’t feel at ease for a moment.” With a sinister smile, she tightened her grip.

Soon, two red marks appeared on her wrist.

Amelia Wytte frowned and struggled hard. Elena Kent opened her lips and was about to say something when she heard the sound from the direction of the stairs.

The two turned around and saw Nicola Clinton ‘s slightly tired face.

He didn’t seem to sleep well.

“Nicola , you’re awake.” Said Elena in a soft voice.

In contrast, Nicola Clinton ‘s attitude was much colder.

He just nodded and sat down on the sofa.

“What are you waiting for? Get some coffee.” Elena rolled her eyes at her.

Amelia Wytte answered. Then she came out with a cup of coffee and handed it to Nicola Clinton .Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

When she caught a glimpse of the marks on Elena ‘s neck, she felt a sting in her heart.

She had thought that she would let go of Nicola Clinton after going through so much. But now it seemed that she had overestimated herself.

She lowered her eyes, clenched her hands and walked out silently.

Nicola Clinton took a sip of his coffee. It tasted good.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, Elena held the man’s arm and leaned on his shoulder, acting like a spoiled child. “Nicola , today is weekend. Can you go shopping with me? We haven’t gone shopping together for a long time.”

“I have something to deal with in the company. You can go by yourself.” Nicola Clinton withdrew his arm and sat on the opposite sofa, reading a financial magazine.

To put it bluntly, he didn’t want to accompany her at all.

“Nicola , just go with me. Auntie asked you to take good care of me.” Unwilling to give up, Elena approached him again and mentioned her biggest backer, Laura Kent.

Because of Bill ‘s death, Nicola Clinton always felt that he owed Laura Kent something. He agreed to her request one by one.

Even if he was reluctant, he only frowned and finally agreed.

“Great! I’ll go upstairs and change my clothes. Wait for me for a moment.” Satisfied, Elena trotted upstairs, fearing that Nicola Clinton would change his mind.

Elena Kent said loudly on purpose. She listened to the conversation between the two people and felt more and more depressed.

When she came downstairs, Elena had changed into a limited version skirt and put on a delicate clothes.