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Chapter 37:
The murmurs of admiration filled Amelia’s ears, piquing her curiosity. She wondered who would receive such special treatment.
Sanford Chapman, without a word, made his way straight to Amelia, setting a mango mousse delicately beside her plate with a smile. All around her, the sound of envious chatter grew louder.
“This dessert is just for you, Miss Flynn. Let me know what you think,” Sanford said, his voice cheerful.
Mango happened to be Amelia’s favorite fruit, but instead of answering Sanford, she glanced across the table at Wyatt. He reached for a fork on the tray and offered it to her with a nod.
The first taste sent sweetness rushing through her, the flavor spreading warmth to every corner of her mouth. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected Wyatt to arrange something like this for her. She realized now that this little surprise had been carefully planned.
Her thoughts drifted to the Morrison family. She had been engaged to Jaxton for two years, and she had often shared meals with his family, but the table never held anything she especially liked. Every dish catered to Jaxton’s tastes, and thanks to his allergy, mango had all but vanished from her life.
“This is wonderful. I really love how it tastes,” she said.
Sanford, hopeful for a word of praise, started to move closer, but a single sharp look from Wyatt sent him back to the kitchen.
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Noticing how pleased Amelia looked, Wyatt let out a warm laugh. “If you’re this happy eating here, I’d love to bring you whenever you want p>
His words pulled Amelia out of her daze. She quickly shook her head. “Your schedule’s packed as it is. I can’t keep taking up your time p>
Suddenly remembering why she’d come, Amelia sat up straighter. Taking a card from her bag, she pushed it toward Wyatt with both hands, sincerely saying, “There’s a hundred million dollars on this card. Please accept it as thanks for helping my grandmother with her hospital bills p>
Wyatt stared at the card in silence, his eyes hard to read, but Amelia sensed that he was angry. She wondered if she’d struck a nerve or come across as ungrateful.
She added, “Mr. Stewart, I wasn’t trying to offend you. I just p>
“You don’t want to owe me anything. I get it,” Wyatt said, his gaze returning to its usual calm. “That’s fine. I’ll respect your decision p>
Without waiting for a reply, Wyatt picked up the card and then pushed it right back to her. “Miss Flynn, if you’d rather not owe me, I understand. But I hope you won’t refuse this as a gift for our wedding—unless you want me to give it to the Flynn family p>
The moment Wyatt mentioned that, Amelia’s refusal was swift and certain. “My father’s only interested in what he can gain. If he finds out about our marriage, he’ll only see you as a tool to get money and climb the social ladder. He will cling to you p>
“Well, in that case, keep this for yourself p>
Under the guise of a wedding gift, the card made its way back to Amelia’s hands. Only after she accepted it did Wyatt share some unexpected news. The month-long agreement might be adjusted, and she could soon end her engagement with the Morrison family.
The words were such a relief that Amelia grabbed onto Wyatt’s sleeve without realizing it. Wyatt’s gaze drifted to her hand, his eyes catching on the engagement ring she still wore, and a quiet joy glimmered in his expression. “I’ve already asked Davin to take care of everything p>
“Thank you, Mr. Stewart! Really, thank you p>
As she spoke, she realized she was holding Wyatt’s sleeve and quickly released it. She missed the flicker of sadness that crossed his face as she pulled away.