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Chapter 63:
Carlee was not the only one taken aback. Amelia was equally stunned. Last time, Amelia had completely blacked out, but this time she was fully conscious. Wyatt’s sudden appearance worked like a splash of cold water. No longer leaning on Carlee, Amelia managed to stand a little straighter as she stepped into the elevator. “Wyatt, I p>
Wyatt reached for her without hesitation, expecting perhaps a stumble, but Amelia vomited on him.
An uneasy silence fell. Nearby, Davin and Carlee exchanged panicked glances. Moving fast, Davin yanked off Wyatt’s jacket while Carlee tried to steady Amelia.
Embarrassment snapped Amelia out of her fog. She wanted to stammer an apology, but Wyatt pressed a water bottle into her palm first. “Drink some water p>
She drank, and the elevator soon reached the underground parking level. They stepped out, and Wyatt opened his car door for her, signaling for her to get in. While Amelia climbed into the back seat, Carlee nearly followed, only for Davin to gently stop her.
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“Do you think Mr. Stewart will be mad at her? Will he kill her for vomiting on him?” Carlee asked.
Davin gave her a sidelong look, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Relax. Nobody’s getting hurt tonight p>
Inside the car, tension built. Amelia risked a sideways glance at the man beside her. “Wyatt, what brought you to the Kretol Hotel p>
“I followed you,” he replied.
Wyatt’s voice carried a quiet certainty, as if following Amelia were nothing out of the ordinary. For a second, Amelia froze, unsure she had heard him right. He had been tracking her movements since yesterday, quietly staying out of sight while letting her handle things on her own. Only when she failed to leave Patton’s hotel room for a while did he stop holding back.
“The realization clicked into place for Amelia. “So you’re the reason those security guards never caught up to me p>
All along, she’d thought she had simply been lucky, never suspecting that Wyatt had smoothed the path for her. Breaking into a high-end place like Kretol Hotel would have been impossible without his help.
Hesitating, she studied Wyatt’s face before asking, “Does that mean you already know what happened p>
Wyatt didn’t answer her question. Instead, he said, “Didn’t I tell you before? If things get difficult, you can tell me. Why do you think you can’t rely on me p>
Locking eyes with him, Amelia saw no sign of anger or judgment in his gaze. That gentle steadiness gave her the courage to say, “I can’t turn to you for every little thing. This time, it was my mistake. I have to handle it myself so I don’t make the same error again p>
Although Sally’s actions were despicable, Amelia knew she might have avoided this mess by double-checking the meeting time herself. Wyatt listened quietly, not saying a word as Amelia spoke.
Hoping for a reaction, she looked at him and added with genuine feeling, “Thank you, Wyatt p>
Before he could get a word in, she continued, “I really mean it. I just want you to know how grateful I am p>
“If you’re really very grateful, why not make me a new suit?” Wyatt said. His investigation into Jaxton had turned up an interesting detail—Amelia had once made a suit for Jaxton. Jaxton, in Wyatt’s eyes, wasn’t worthy of anything Amelia made. Wyatt would never admit that he was jealous.
Clueless about Wyatt’s thoughts, Amelia turned her gaze to his shirt. Even though Davin had taken away the dirty suit jacket, a hint of alcohol still clung to Wyatt’s shirt. With a small smile, she lifted two fingers. “I’ll make you not just one, but two p>
One as a token of gratitude, and the other as an apology.
Wyatt’s jealousy melted the moment she offered to make him two suits. Noticing Amelia’s flushed cheeks and beautiful eyes, Wyatt felt an unexpected rush of desire. He quickly looked away and shifted in his seat. Soon, the car glided to a stop in front of Amelia’s apartment p>
Amelia, still a bit woozy, stumbled on the stairs and nearly lost her balance. For a split second, she gave in to gravity and shut her eyes, ready to fall, only to find herself in the firm embrace of the man behind her.
Before she could even think about wriggling free, Wyatt swept her up effortlessly. Even when they reached the apartment door, he kept carrying her. He managed to fish her keys out of her bag and unlock the door.
Setting foot inside Amelia’s place for the first time, Wyatt took a moment to look around after placing her on the sofa. Her home felt warm and stylish, filled with soft scents and decorated with thoughtful details. Every corner seemed to reflect her personality, from the delicate trinkets on the shelves to the cheerful magnets on the fridge. Wyatt suddenly felt a strong desire to live here, imagining the happiness it would bring.
His eyes then fell on Amelia, filled with an intensity she couldn’t ignore. Without warning, he grabbed her ankle…