Chapter 225: Condition and Date

Amon blinked several times, staring at Felicia as though he had just heard the most unbelievable thing in his life.

He tilted his head slightly. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Felicia’s expression remained unchanged as she looked at him with her usual cold eyes. "Are you deaf? I told you to be my boyfriend."

Amon stared at her for another moment before pointing at himself. "You want me to be your boyfriend? Me?"

"Do you see anyone else standing here?"

He couldn’t help laughing at her response.

’Look at this woman. She’s practically forcing herself to sound indifferent.’

Amon crossed his arms, trying to suppress the smile spreading across his face. "So, do you just want me to be your boyfriend, or are you also interested in the perks of--"

"I will beat you up if you say another word."

Felicia’s voice remained calm, but the dangerous glint in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t joking.

Amon immediately raised both hands in surrender, although the amusement on his face refused to disappear.

"Alright, alright. No need to get violent. I was only asking a question."

"Then ask something sensible."

Amon lowered one hand and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Fine. Why do you want a boyfriend in the first place?"

Felicia glanced toward the construction site before looking back at him.

"It’s related to my mother."

Amon nodded slowly. ’Ah, so that’s what this is about.’

Perhaps her mother had been trying to set Felicia up with someone, and Felicia had decided to use him as a convenient scapegoat.

If she already had a boyfriend, her mother might stop bothering her about finding one.

’That would explain why she’s treating this like a business arrangement.’

Still, Amon couldn’t deny that the situation worked in his favor.

There were plenty of men who would gladly accept the opportunity to date a woman like Felicia, yet she had specifically chosen him for the role.

Even if her intentions were entirely practical, it was an interesting thing.

’Could she actually like me?’

Perhaps her cold attitude was simply a habit she had developed over the years.

Felicia immediately noticed. "Wipe that lustful smile off your face. I’m not going to let you do anything."

Amon’s smile froze for a moment before he let out a long sigh. "You really know how to ruin a man’s dreams."

"Keep dreaming from a distance."

He shook his head in resignation. "Fine. When do you want me to start?"

"It won’t take long. I’ll visit you in the capital city when the time comes."

Amon nodded, accepting her explanation without asking too many questions.

Whatever arrangement Felicia had in mind, it sounded as though their relationship would remain mostly private.

He could work with that.

A mischievous smile returned to his face. "I see. I can’t wait to spend time with my dear wifey."

Felicia immediately made a face as though she had tasted something disgusting.

"Never call me that again."

"Of course, dear wifey."

"Amon."

"Alright, I’ll stop."

She narrowed her eyes, clearly regretting her decision already. "And you will never tell anyone about this."

Amon nodded obediently. "My lips are sealed."

"Especially Seraphina and Marielle. You are not allowed to tell either of them."

His smile twitched at the mention of their names.

Seraphina would undoubtedly have questions if she discovered that her mother had suddenly asked him to become her boyfriend.

"Don’t worry. I’ll keep it as quiet as possible."

Felicia gave him one last suspicious look before walking past him.

As she did, she deliberately pushed her shoulder against his, forcing him to take a small step aside.

Amon watched her walk away. ’What a cold woman.’

He couldn’t help smiling as she approached a waiting car.

A moment later, the vehicle pulled away from the construction site, disappearing down the road.

Amon watched until the car was out of sight before turning around.

He found Ambrosia walking toward him with a pleasant smile on her face.

Amon smiled back at her. "Is your work finished?"

"Yes, I’m free for the rest of the day." Ambrosia stopped in front of him before glancing around. "By the way, where’s Sidney? I thought you two were going out together."

"She’s at home, sleeping."

Ambrosia raised her eyebrows. "Sleeping? Did something happen?"

Amon nodded. "We visited a fire-type dungeon. She awakened a unique physique, so she was pretty exhausted afterward."

Ambrosia’s expression became grim. "She awakened? Is she alright?"

"She’s perfectly fine. In fact, she obtained a mythical-grade physique."

Relief gradually replaced her surprise, and she bit her lower lip slightly before nodding.

"That’s wonderful. I was worried when you said she was exhausted."

Amon gave her a reassuring smile. "There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll help her learn to control her abilities, and she’ll be fine."

Ambrosia nodded again, appearing much more relaxed now that she knew her daughter was safe.

Amon studied her face for a moment before asking, "Do you have any plans for today?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I was going to head home after finishing everything here."

"Then you’re free for the rest of the day?"

"Yes, why?"

Amon slowly turned toward her and took a step closer, his expression softening into a gentle smile.

Ambrosia noticed his movement and immediately became nervous.

She glanced around the construction site before looking back at him.

"Amon, don’t do anything here. There are people everywhere!"

He ignored her warning and gently took her hand. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Ambrosia froze, her eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

"A date?"

"Yes. Just the two of us, spending some time together."

Amon could feel her hand trembling slightly in his grasp.

When he looked at her face, he noticed that her cheeks had turned noticeably red, and her breathing had become a little quicker than before.

She lowered her eyes, struggling to maintain her composure.

After a few seconds, she finally looked up at him with a small, embarrassed smile.

"...Yes."

Amon’s smile widened.

"Great. Then let’s go home and get ready."

Ambrosia nodded, still blushing as he gently released her hand.

She followed him toward the parking area, occasionally glancing at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Amon noticed every single glance but wisely decided not to tease her about them.

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A little later, Amon sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Ambrosia to finish getting ready.

He had changed into a neat outfit consisting of a dark fitted shirt, well-tailored trousers, and clean shoes, giving him a more polished appearance than usual.

He glanced at his phone before putting it away and leaning back against the cushions.

’It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a proper date.’

Taking a few hours off to enjoy himself didn’t sound like a bad idea.

He was still thinking about where they should go when he heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.

Amon turned his head.

Ambrosia emerged from her room wearing a beautiful dress that immediately caught his attention.

The dress was a soft shade of deep blue, its fitted waist flowing into a skirt that reached just below her knees.

The fabric hugged the soft curves of her breasts and hips before falling in gentle folds.

Delicate silver embroidery traced the edges of the fabric, while a thin belt accentuated her figure without making the outfit look overly formal.

Her hair fell neatly around her shoulders, and a pair of simple earrings complemented the elegant appearance.

She had also applied a little makeup, giving her face a fresh, radiant look that suited her perfectly.

Amon simply watched her approach.

Ambrosia noticed his gaze and instinctively touched her cheek. "Is something wrong? Am I dressed strangely?"

Amon stood up and walked toward her with a gentle smile. "No. You look beautiful."

Her cheeks turned pink almost immediately.

Before she could respond, Amon leaned forward.

Instead of stopping at her forehead, he tilted her chin slightly upward with two fingers and pressed a slow kiss directly against her lips.

Ambrosia froze for a moment, her eyes widened.

Her lips slowly softened under his, returning the kiss with a shy, hesitant warmth.

When he finally pulled back, her expression had melted into a soft, embarrassed smile, and her breathing was noticeably uneven.

"You really are good with women," she murmured, lowering her gaze.

Amon chuckled. "I just know how to appreciate a beautiful woman when I see one."

Ambrosia gave his arm a light tap, although the smile on her face betrayed her embarrassment.

Amon laughed softly before extending his hand toward her. "Shall we?"

She looked at his outstretched hand, then back at his face.

After a brief hesitation, she placed her hand in his and nodded. "Yes. Let’s go."

Amon gently closed his fingers around hers, and the two headed toward the door together.