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Chapter 109:
About thirty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Amelia’s apartment building. Davin hopped out to open the door for her. She offered her thanks and stepped onto the curb, ready to say her farewells to Wyatt—only to find him following her out of the vehicle.
Confusion flickered across her face as she turned to him. Wyatt met her eyes with calm certainty. He said, “I’ll be spending the night here p>
Amelia’s eyes widened in disbelief. What did he mean by that? Was he thinking what she thought he was suggesting?
She kept silent. Wyatt stepped closer. “Sweetheart, we got married today. Surely you don’t expect us to spend our wedding night apart?” He was already standing beside her as he finished.
For a split second, she wanted to protest, but no solid reason came to mind. They were officially married. Living together made sense. Still, she wasn’t quite ready.
After a moment of anxious thought, she said, “You don’t have any of your things here, so maybe you should stay at your own place tonight p>
“Mr. Stewart p>
𝗝оіn о𝗎𝗋 𝗰𝗼m𝗆𝘂ո𝘪𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝘯
Headlights flooded the curb as another car stopped nearby. Kurt hopped out. He nodded first to Wyatt, then broke into a wide grin at Amelia. “Mrs. Stewart, congratulations. May you both have the happiest life together p>
Amelia blushed at his heartfelt wishes and managed a warm thank you. Then she saw Kurt directing someone to bring a suitcase from the trunk.
“I made sure to pack your usual clothes in here,” he said to Wyatt. “If anything’s missing, just let me know and I’ll bring it over p>
He slipped back into his car, but before leaving, he tossed a look at Davin, who still lingered at the curb. “What are you waiting for? Get inside your car and leave p>
As Davin drove off, Kurt’s face lit with genuine happiness. He nudged his driver to pull away as well, already imagining the newlyweds having children soon.
With the others gone, only Amelia and Wyatt remained.
The sight of Wyatt’s suitcase left Amelia speechless. With nothing left to say, she gave in and unlocked the door.
Her nerves got the better of her. The key fumbled in her hand, refusing to cooperate. On her third try, her fingers trembled, and she nearly gave up. Wyatt’s steady hand intervened. He quietly took the key from her and slipped it into the lock.
With a smooth turn, the door opened.
Wyatt paused at the open doorway and let Amelia step inside first before trailing after her, suitcase in hand.
A click from behind made Amelia freeze. The locked door signaled she was alone with him, and her heart pounded nervously.
The apartment, modest and neat, held only a master bedroom and a tiny study. Anxiety crept in as Amelia wondered whether sharing a bed with Wyatt was unavoidable.
While she wrestled with her thoughts, Wyatt’s voice drifted over. “Could you lend me a bit of space in your closet p>
She wanted to refuse, but after some thought, she silently led Wyatt to the closet.
Inside the bedroom, the wardrobe barely had any room to spare. With some effort, she shuffled her own clothes aside to make a sliver of space for his things.
Wyatt began to settle his shirts and jackets on the rack. Watching him, she fidgeted awkwardly, uncertain if she ought to lend a hand.
Wyatt must have caught on to her unease, because he glanced over and said, “I can do this on my own. Just go do whatever you usually do. Don’t mind me p>
“Alright then, I’ll take a shower first. Take your time p>
Without looking back, she slipped out of the room, finally feeling her nerves start to unwind as she entered the living room.
Earlier, all her thoughts had revolved around whether she would have to sleep beside Wyatt. Now, seeing the living room, she realized the space was a bit messy.
She subconsciously began tidying up. Once the living room looked presentable, she headed to the bathroom.
Inside, Amelia could not resist sending Carlee a message, telling her that Wyatt would be staying the night at her place.
At that very moment, Carlee was throwing back drinks at a rowdy bar. Her phone vibrated just as the noise peaked, and she set down her glass to read the message. Seeking a quieter corner, she called Amelia without hesitation.
None of Amelia’s friends were married, and Carlee—the self-proclaimed queen of nightlife—was her only confidant for this kind of thing.
“You and Wyatt tied the knot. Living together is completely ordinary,” Carlee remarked as soon as Amelia picked up.
Deep down, Amelia understood it was natural, but the idea of sharing a bed with Wyatt made her nervous. She actually liked Wyatt, though her mind had yet to catch up with her new role as a wife.
Carlee, noticing the silence on the other end of the line, figured Amelia must be nervous. She offered comfort in her usual playful way. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is. Just pretend he’s nothing more than a stuffed toy lying next to you p>
“He’s a real person, not a stuffed toy. That’s hardly the same,” Amelia retorted.
“Well, there’s hardly a difference. Besides, Wyatt is unable to perform in bed,” Carlee said.