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Chapter 110:

Carlee’s words sent Amelia’s thoughts racing back to what had happened in the car. A huff slipped out as she snapped back, “Stop it! Where’d you even hear that? He p>

“Amelia p>

A knock at the bathroom door cut her off. Wyatt’s voice filtered through, gentle and laced with concern.

The interruption made Amelia freeze, as if she’d been caught saying something behind his back. Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ll call you later,” then quickly ended the call.

Staring at her screen, Carlee blinked in disbelief. If Wyatt had no such problem, then that meant…

Putting her phone away, Amelia finally replied to Wyatt, unease in her tone. “Did you need something p>

“I just noticed you hadn’t come out for a long time,” Wyatt said.

Realizing she’d been in there a while, Amelia took a quick shower. Only after drying off did it dawn on her—she had forgotten to bring her pajamas. Having the place to herself would have made things easy. Now, with Wyatt present, everything felt awkward.

Several moments ticked by before she dared crack the bathroom door. Through the narrow opening, she saw Wyatt lounging on the sofa. The sound caught his attention. He turned, and for a heartbeat, he glimpsed the curve of her bare shoulder. Something flickered behind his eyes. He forced himself to look away, though his gaze kept drifting back.

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“Wyatt, I left my pajamas in the closet. Would you mind grabbing them for me?” While asking, Amelia clung tightly to the bathroom door and hugged her towel close, her words dripping with awkwardness.

A gentle answer left Wyatt’s lips, and he got up without a second thought, making his way to the master bedroom.

She watched him disappear down the hall, then pressed her palm to her forehead, mortified by the situation.

Meanwhile, Wyatt reached the closet. Neatly arranged pajamas, almost all in gentle creams and whites, greeted him.

He thought her closet could use a little more color. He would buy some colorful pajamas for her in the future. That was a promise for another day, once she was more comfortable having him around.

That thought lingered as he plucked a beige set from the hangers. He paused, hand hovering over a drawer, his expression troubled by unfamiliar indecision.

A narrow gap in the doorway allowed Amelia to accept the beige pajamas before she swiftly shut herself inside. She hurried to put them on, but her gaze soon landed on a pair of matching underwear. That small discovery left her completely stunned.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she kept her eyes glued to the floor, avoiding the man on the sofa until he finally broke the silence. “It’s late. I’ll take a shower. You need to get some rest p>

With those words, she wasted no time and marched straight to the master bedroom. Within the safety of the room, she dove beneath the covers, hiding her face and wishing the world would swallow her up. Amelia punched the pillow repeatedly in frustration before emerging from under the covers. Seeing the mess she’d made of the sheets, she quickly tidied up.

Thinking for a moment, she decided the bedding needed a complete change and set about doing so at lightning speed. Earlier, the idea of waiting for Wyatt on the sofa had crossed her mind. That plan soon felt awkward, so after wrestling with her thoughts, she simply curled up on the bed.

If sleep claimed her, maybe Wyatt would not wake her. Besides, once morning arrived, tonight’s humiliation would fade. With those thoughts, Amelia coaxed herself to drift off as quickly as possible. Rest, however, refused to come. The harder she tried to sleep, the more alert she became.

After a while, the door creaked open, and she shut her eyes tight, feigning sleep. Wyatt entered, glancing toward the bed without hesitation. When he saw Amelia bundled up tightly, almost like a caterpillar in a cocoon, a smile tugged at his lips. Though Amelia’s eyes were closed, Wyatt could tell from her uneven breathing that she was wide awake.

Lying there, Amelia felt Wyatt’s gaze on her. The thudding of her heart filled her ears.

The mattress dipped beside her, and a crisp, clean scent drifted over. Wyatt had lain down next to her.

Realizing this, she stayed as still as a statue. Numbness crept through her limbs, yet she couldn’t find the courage to shift. Regret gnawed at her for pretending to be asleep.

Before she could decide whether to turn over, Wyatt let out a low laugh. “Amelia, don’t you find this position awfully uncomfortable p>