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Chapter 114:
Wyatt stepped through the doorway, groceries in one hand and keys in the other, only to freeze at the scene before him. When he spotted the fear twisting Amelia’s face, the look he sent Jaxton was chilling enough to freeze the air. He didn’t even glance at the blood trickling from Jaxton’s head and chest.
With Amelia pinned beneath him, Jaxton hardly had time to react before a hand clamped down on his collar. He was yanked away fast, and a blinding ache shot through his abdomen. His fractured ribs took the brunt of Wyatt’s savage kick, sending him reeling and sputtering blood across the floor.
Though Wyatt’s features remained calm, the cold fury burning in his eyes was unmistakable. Hauling Jaxton upright by his shirt, he slammed his fist squarely into Jaxton’s face.
Amelia snapped out of her daze when Jaxton’s agonized howl echoed in the room. She scrambled upright, tugging her clothes into place as she staggered to Wyatt’s side. Grabbing his sleeve, she said, “That’s enough p>
Afraid he might harm her in his rage, Wyatt halted instantly. He looked at her with something dark in his gaze. “You are still defending him p>
That accusation took her by surprise. Once his misunderstanding registered, she shook her head quickly. “I’m not defending him. I just don’t want you to get yourself into trouble over him p>
Wyatt’s hard stare softened just a touch. Even then, his grip never loosened on Jaxton’s shirt. “He laid a hand on you. He deserves every bit of this p>
A shudder crept down his spine when he imagined what might have happened if he’d been a moment late. His glare at Jaxton grew even more lethal. Amelia spotted that dangerous look and hurried to speak. “Don’t do this. It’ll only dirty your hands. He’s not worth it p>
By then, Jaxton was reduced to a trembling heap. When Wyatt finally released him, he crumpled to the floor like a broken doll.
“Get him out of here. Dump him back to the Morrison family p>
𝘑𝘰𝘪𝗻 𝘵h𝗼𝘂𝗌а𝗇dѕ 𝗈f 𝘧𝖺𝗻ѕ 𝗼ո.с𝘰𝗆
Wyatt’s bodyguards had been listening from the hallway, but they had kept their distance since Jaxton posed no threat.
Once Wyatt issued his command, the two bodyguards moved without delay and hauled Jaxton away.
With Jaxton gone, Wyatt turned to Amelia, wanting to rush her to the hospital. She insisted, though, that a shower came first.
Haunted by what she had just endured, Amelia felt filthy all over. She even wanted to throw away the clothes she was wearing. Wyatt stood sentry at the bathroom door after she went in. “I’m not going anywhere. Call out if you start feeling sick,” he said.
Except for a mild dizziness, Amelia didn’t notice any other discomfort. The shower passed without trouble.
When she emerged, her gaze landed on the mess of vegetables and fruit scattered near the entrance—a reminder of Wyatt’s errand. She started to pick them up, only to have Wyatt intercept her hand. “Leave it. Someone else will take care of it p>
Once she settled into the passenger seat of Wyatt’s car, he handed her some bread and a bottle of warm milk.