Five minutes ago, Amelia nodded to her female assistant at the front desk and entered her office with a cup of coffee.
Five minutes later, Amelia left the office. Wearing sunglasses and lowering her head, she quickly walked past the front desk. Well, maybe she didn't want the female assistant to notice
"Doctor Browning?" was discovered. The female assistant tilted her head and saw that her boss's hand was pressed on the armrest of the front door of the clinic. "Doctor, do you want to go out?"
Amelia rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses and turned to look at her female assistant. She secretly decided to make a back door for her clinic, "Yes, I want to go out."
"Then..." The female assistant quickly flipped through the schedule in front of her, "Detective Lance's appointment..."
"He's late." Amelia emphasized in the most impatient voice possible, "He's late again."
The female assistant curled her lips and seemed to be saying to herself, "This Detective Lance is so annoying. He is late every time. I have already adjusted the treatment time for him, and he is still late!"
"Yes, it's annoying." Amelia agreed with her assistant's comment, "So I don't want to waste time waiting for him..."
The female assistant was minding her own business and flipped through the schedule in front of her, "Then I can move the afternoon appointment up. That Detective Lance is here, let him have a taste of waiting..." Amelia has already You can see your female assistant starting to write and write behind the front desk!
"Hey! No, no need!" Amelia had to go to the front desk and stop her female assistant who was too devoted to her work in time. "After all, it is the treatment arranged by the Barton Police Department. It is not suitable for the police to wait..."
"Those policemen are always like this!" The female assistant refused to listen. "We should let them know that our time is also valuable! We have patients who need help more! Instead of giving them a formality! We have to..." Uh. Just like the reason the female assistant once told Zach, in other words, this little assistant’s sense of social responsibility is too strong.
Zach couldn't stop the female assistant from expressing her sense of responsibility at the time, but Amelia could.
Emilia quickly adjusted her eyes behind her sunglasses, and then took off her sunglasses gracefully, looking directly at her assistant with wide eyes. "I said no!"
"Oh, yes! Doctor Browning." The female assistant must have been startled, "Then, I..."
"I'll wait in the cafe below!" Amelia put her sunglasses back on, "Detective Lance is here, I will come up naturally." Before the female assistant could come up with any more reasons, Emily said Ya needed to hurry, so she turned around quickly and walked towards the front door without looking back. "Before I come back, you can go see some patient treatment reports I compiled."
An assistant who doesn't want to become a full-time assistant is not a good assistant. Of course, Amelia knows that her assistant has a motivated heart, so she sends a candy. When the female assistant showed a happy expression, quickly open the door and leave!
Three hours of free time! Amelia didn't want to waste it at all, she even wanted to abuse it. A little tug and it turns into a morning! One morning. She can do a lot of things, such as putting on a few facial masks, taking a relaxing bath, watching some gossip entertainment news, reading some fashion magazines, drinking some carefully reserved wine...
Amelia needed to relax. Whether it was a full-time psychiatrist, who was always listening and dealing with other people's psychological problems, or a project at the Harrison Asylum, which had to deal with powerful figures in Barton, such as Mrs. Queen. She needs a vacation to relax.
And the price of relaxation is just a police detective who won't cooperate with the treatment anyway? why not!
Yes, when James had his last routine treatment. After being suddenly offered such a deal at the end of the session, when she was late and silent throughout the session, Amelia agreed without even thinking about it. As for what James was going to do with his time, Amelia didn't care. Don't want to care.
Not wanting to waste any time relaxing, Amelia returned to her home in Back Bay as quickly as possible.
The layout of this house is based on the home of Dylan’s drug addict fiancée. It is said to be a single woman’s house, but it can also be developed into a family home with a solid structure at any time. Look, those on the fireplace, coffee table, and walls , the photo of the couple on display is proof.
Emilia looks happy in the photo, and so does Harrison, who is now buried in Grande's backyard. This is proof that the two of them were happy.
It's just... After returning home, Amelia stood in front of the fireplace and looked at the photos silently for a while, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to snap down the photo frames. Amelia wanted to relax this morning and decided not to think about the troubling things.
The relaxing journey has begun.
Amelia lazily took off her formal clothes, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, first put hot water in the bathtub, lit a lavender-scented candle, put on soothing light music, picked a bottle of red wine, and was ready to go in A gossip magazine opened in the bathtub...
Everything is ready.
With a mask on her face, Emilia heard the expected doorbell—the arrival of flower petals to be poured into the bathtub.
Well, that’s what Amelia was looking forward to. Is it a fact-
"I saw the delivery worker at the door." Behind the cat's eye, Oz Kozier stood at the door holding a box of dried flower petals. "I signed for it for you." He smiled and nodded towards the cat's eye like a gentleman.
The mask on Amelia's face was tight on her cheeks, indicating that her face under the mask was completely collapsed.
"Are you going to just let me stand outside the door?" The gentleman's hand pressed on Amelia's front door. Oz seemed to feel something, smiled slightly, turned his back to the door, "Miss Browning, Don't worry, I can wait for you to change into more..." He tilted his head slightly, so that Amelia, who was behind the cat eyes, could clearly see his smiling and kind face, "appropriate clothes."
"No need!" Behind the door, Amelia continued to tighten the mask on her face, and her cheeks were in danger of tearing. Bad mood is the best way to tighten your skin. You can try it...
"Put your things down, and then you can go!" Amelia continued to say behind the door, probably to ensure that the people outside the door heard it, a little loud, "This is my home! I am not preparing to receive guests today." Emphasis. , “Any guest!”
"Yeah." The ending sound was lengthened. Oz Cozier outside the door looked around, "The spare key is... under the flower bed?"
Behind the door, Amelia's heart skipped a beat. Cracks appeared on the corners of the mask before her cheeks.
"Haha, no." Oz walked towards the steps of the front porch, "under the wooden board on the second step." Oz's back disappeared in the peephole. He squatted down, and the sound of the wooden board being lifted sounded outside the door.
Amelia stamped her foot behind the door, what the hell! She had already said that she couldn't control what she said to Zach, the more-than-human part!
When Oz reappeared in the peephole with the key in his hand, he raised his hand specifically to show Emilia behind the peephole before making a move to open the door. The door opened.
Amelia took off the mask on her face, but she still wore a bathrobe. The other person, a gentleman, didn't really give her time to change clothes, right
"What are you doing here?!" Emilia's face, which had just been moisturized by the mask, was tight and shiny, had an expression of extreme disgust, and her tone was questioning, "Today is Saturday. Don't your Kozier stores not need you?" Is this boss taking care of you?"
"I can ask you the same question." Oz smiled and held up the unused spare key in his hand, handing it back to the owner. "Shouldn't you also be waiting in the cafe downstairs of your clinic..." He paused deliberately, "James Lance." He smiled and stepped into Amelia's home without being invited. He turned around and closed the door for the owner like a gentleman. You know, Amelia's current dress. It's not suitable to stand at the door and let people watch, "ptsd, haha, I never thought that the little guy from Lance's family would be hooked on something like this."
"Get out..." Amelia was a little excited, "Get out of my head!" She stared at the well-dressed, er, 'gentleman' in front of her, "You have no right to spy on me..."
Oz completed these words at the same time, "I have no right to pry into my thoughts." He smiled and waved his hand, "I don't want to violate your privacy either. Maybe I should tell you that the more intense the other person's emotions are, the more intense they are for me. , the easier it is to read the other person’s thoughts.”
Oz turned his gaze away and looked at Amelia's home with curiosity. He was looking for a place to put down the box of dried flower petals in his hand. "So, you are an open book to me now. It has nothing to do with it." Do you want to read it? You keep turning the pages and reading your content loudly."
Her tight and shiny face began to turn red, and Amelia subconsciously wrapped her bathrobe tightly. No woman wants to be described like this in this state! So this red is anger.
Oz waved his hand helplessly, "If you don't listen to my advice, don't blame me." He also found the direction of the bathroom and walked there consciously, "Should I put down the petals now, or..." He stopped and laughed, "Okay, I know."
The warm water in the bathtub began to be drained away. A tank of water was wasted. Amelia stopped taking a bath!
"Why..." Amelia probably used her most irritable and doubtful tone, "Why come to me?! What on earth do you want to do! What do you want to get from me! Barton wants to harass me more without you! - people, 'people'! What are you doing! Why do you have to pester me!"
Don't pretend that you don't know what Amelia is talking about. We should know that we should have guessed it when Amelia was inexplicably approached by Oz Cozier in the Grand backyard. Emilia hates this guy, but this guy deliberately wants to get close to Emilia for unknown purposes!
"Curious." The sound of water in the bathroom continued, but Oz came out. It must be said that this guy's dressing sense was very good. Without the obstruction of the petal box, the exquisite tailoring on the front of the vest was revealed. In this day and age, there are very few men who are willing to care so much about their clothes. "Very curious." He smiled at Amelia, who was holding her chest and her whole body was trembling with excitement.
"What are you curious about!!" Amelia wanted to smash something, but unfortunately, this was her own home, so she just stood there and stared at Oz, "I'm not an open book!! Read what you need to see and get out of my house!!"
"Oh." Oz raised his eyebrows, "I've already finished reading." This damn answer made Amelia almost pass out in her own home. "But I'm still curious, why. This place is Barton." Oz said to himself, "No, the eastern part of the Federation, I don't understand the social structure here. Alien people, how did you develop such social relations? ..." He didn't finish.
Because Amelia moved, she lowered her head and quickly walked towards the phone next to the fireplace in the living room with determination.
"You have to call the police." There was helplessness on Oz's face, but the smile was still there, "You will expose your deal with that little guy James." Oz raised an eyebrow, "You understand Well, now you should be tutoring James in your clinic. If you are at home or in the police station, someone will ask, 'Where is James?' Haha, you have already thought of it."
Yes, Amelia thought as she picked up the phone!
Snapped! She put down the phone heavily and stared at Oz without saying a word.
"Just asking, where is James?" Oz tilted his head and squinted his eyes, as if he was listening carefully to something.
The only sounds in this house were the running water in the bathroom and the heartbeats and breathing of two people.
"You don't know." Oz turned back and smiled slightly, "Forget it, I'm not too curious about where he is." Oz suddenly had a hurt expression on his face, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "You are getting more and more You have adapted to getting along with me, 'Why are you willing to leave'..." He paused, "A beautiful and smart lady like you should know that 'get out' is not a good word, so I changed it for you. 'Only willing to leave my house'."
Amelia didn't say a word, just stared at the other person. Yes, she is getting more and more accustomed to getting along with this guy.
"Let me answer your question." Oz walked towards the kitchen, "Tea? Coffee?" Self-conscious? "Tea, um, me too." Ozzie Cozier started making tea! "I think our relationship got off to a very bad start, and I probably shouldn't have shown too much concern about the fact that your boyfriend was a ghoul when we first met you."
"Sugar?" Oz was in the kitchen, as if he were at home! Amelia still said nothing.
"Two sugar cubes, me too. Haha, look, our habits are very similar." Oz continued, full of questions and answers, "If there is a new beginning, we can become friends." He Opening the closet and rummaging for sugar cubes, "After we become friends, we can communicate in a friendly manner about the fact that the Eastern and Western societies of the Federation have different compositions."
Amelia clenched her fists, but, forget it, a woman’s fist.
"Now is not the time to regret." Oz waved his hand, took out a sugar cube, and put two pieces in a cup. "I can make up for it." He walked out of the kitchen with the teacup with a tea bag on it, and handed it to Amy with a smile. Leah, "You think I've 'read' everything about you, making you uncomfortable, right? It doesn't matter, now you can 'read' me."
Amelia didn't have a cup of tea, and she didn't mean to speak, she just stared.
Oz still smiled, walked to the sofa, and put down the tea cup, "Then I'll start right away. Well, where to start? What's the status of the aliens in the West? What I don't understand about you the most. The West, except for the Sabbat. , all the alien races are underground, serving the Sabbat as servants and slaves, creating the illusion of a peaceful world for the Sabbat and as humans, and everything is under the control of the Sabbat."
Oz looked at Amelia, "So, Miss Browning, please understand how curious I am when I see a woman who has romantic relationships with servants, with slaves, with the humblest creatures under the ground. Strong. Emilia, you can think that I am not curious about you, but curious about the environment you are in, which allows you to establish such interpersonal relationships."
Things are not over here, Oz continues... (.)