Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day novel Chapter 225

Amelia had considered what role Qin Hualin might have at Air China—perhaps in logistics or human resources. But...

Insecurity suddenly flooded her.

Despite her usual bravado and self-assurance, Amelia found herself feeling uncharacteristically intimidated and inferior in front of Qin Hualin. He was so dashing, so accomplished—what was she in comparison? Just a flight attendant.

The real-world implications of their vast difference gradually slowed the pace at which she chewed her food.

A warm glass of water was pushed before her. "Eat slowly, I'm not going to snatch it away," Qin Hualin casually advised, without much concern but a hint of care.

However, the more Amelia observed him, the more intrigued she became.

She had only met him a couple of days ago, yet she felt an inexplicable surge of excitement and zeal.

Amelia furrowed her brows. "It's nothing, just caught off guard."

"What's there to be surprised about?" Qin Hualin sat down to continue his breakfast. "Because of my job?"

Was Qin Hualin the same person who was the topic of recent staff discussions—the new General Manager of Air China?

Had the reputation of Captain Madison, marred by Lucas's schemes, somehow involved him?

Amelia was not known for hesitating or dawdling. Dispensing with the trivial, she put down her chopsticks and went straight to the point: "This might seem presumptuous, Qin Hualin, but I feel compelled to ask."

The man nodded to her, signaling her to speak.

"I work for Mukino Airlines, remember?"

"I remember."

"So... our companies are competitors." Amelia locked eyes with him. "Concerning the recent news about Captain Madison—is that a decision you made?"

Logically speaking, Qin Hualin shouldn't divulge such matters with Amelia—not only were their companies rivalries, but their relationship was not sufficiently close to share such strategic decisions.

But...

Qin Hualin put his chopsticks down, his gaze tranquil as if no ripple could disturb his Zen. "Yes."

He admitted it forthrightly, with no attempt to hide it—not even his position, which he did not conceal from Amelia.

Faced with such a response, Amelia felt an odd sensation, as though...

She was being guided forward by an invisible leash, and Qin Hualin brazenly threw the controls at her feet, granting her the freedom to walk or break free at any moment.

Amelia took a deep breath.

It was rare to encounter a man who captivated her so. Despite her regret, she knew where to draw the line between friendship and a potential career path.

"Apologies for the intrusion these past few days, Mr. Qin."

Amelia's expression turned grave, a stark contrast to her radiant smile from moments before.

Qin Hualin merely raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised by this turn of events.

Amelia nudged the breakfast dishes toward him. "You should eat more before work. Farewell."

She didn't say goodbye, but simply grabbed her bag and left.

Qin Hualin neither held her back nor chased after her.

Their connection was superficial—a couple of meals didn't warrant further pursuit.

The door closed gently, separating them with a barrier as frigid as the snow outside.

In just a day or two, Amelia’s enthusiasm and zest had been fully engaged.

Such is life—you meet that inexplicable someone. To others, it may seem impulsive, but to those involved, it feels like destiny.

Amelia didn’t accompany Jessica; instead, she meandered alone towards the company.

Her high heels stepped lightly on the thinly snow-covered ground. Wrapped in a warm beige coat and a deep brown scarf masking half her face, her hair neatly tied back, every step she took radiated poise and grace.

Amelia tilted her head back, exhaling softly.