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Chapter 167:

“Boss, I handed Layla the check already, but I have a feeling she’s starting to get the wrong ideas,” Davin said, spotting Wyatt’s expression darken. Not missing a beat, he quickly continued, “I’ll arrange for someone to keep tabs on her. If she tries anything, I’ll make sure she goes back to where she belongs p>

Turning his attention away from Layla, Wyatt focused on a different problem. “How’s the investigation coming along p>

Davin’s confidence faltered, and he lowered his head. “Sorry, Mr. Stewart. I’m still tracking down the person behind it p>

“I expect answers before midnight p>

Wyatt delivered the order with finality, rolled the window up, and directed the driver to go. Once the car turned the corner and vanished, Davin felt frustrated. If he ever caught the person who had leaked the news about Amelia, he would make them regret it.

As the car rolled past a brightly decorated cake shop, Wyatt told the driver to stop. No matter how chaotic the week had been, he remembered the significance of today. Today was Amelia’s birthday, and although he’d secured a present, he still needed to prepare a birthday cake for her.

𝗥e𝗮𝘥 𝘸𝗶𝘁ho𝘶𝘁 𝘪n𝗍𝘦r𝘳𝘶𝗽t𝗂𝗼ո𝘴 on

Spotting the shop, the driver glanced over and suggested, “Would you like me to buy the cake for you, Mr. Stewart? What kind do you want p>

“There’s no need for you to do that. I can handle it myself.” Wyatt stepped out of the car, his footsteps taking him straight into the shop.

“Good afternoon! What can I do for—oh, Mr. Stewart?” The shop assistant rushed over when she noticed a customer arrive, but the moment she recognized Wyatt, her whole face froze with shock. She had seen him on the news not long ago, but meeting him in person left her stunned. He was so handsome.

She couldn’t help but grin. “Is this visit for your wife, Mr. Stewart? Were you hoping to pick out a cake for her? If you’d like, I can give you some recommendations p>

Wyatt hadn’t ever gone cake shopping before. Staring at the selection in the display, he hesitated, not quite sure which to pick. He decided to mention Amelia’s favorite tastes to the assistant.

With a bright idea, the shop assistant pointed to a playful cartoon-style cake. Wyatt thought of the dolls scattered around Amelia’s place and nodded, liking the suggestion.

“Congratulations, Mr. Stewart. Wishing you and your wife endless joy together,” the shop assistant said as she handed him the box holding the cake. Wyatt responded with a quiet thank you.

Then the shop assistant looked at the cash Wyatt had just given her and gasped. She quickly said, “Mr. Stewart, you’ve given far more than needed p>

For a cake priced at five hundred and twenty, Wyatt had handed over five thousand two hundred.

Wyatt was nearly out the door when he turned and said, “The extra is yours. Consider it a tip p>

At Hillside Villa.

Amelia heard the sound of the car and rose from her seat, only to hesitate and settle back down. Then she spotted Wyatt carrying a cake. With everything going on, she had forgotten that today was her birthday. The moment her eyes landed on the cake, a smile appeared, and she approached Wyatt.

“The shop assistant helped me pick this for you. I hope it’s something you’ll like,” said Wyatt, glancing at her with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He looked clearly nervous, having never bought anyone a cake before.

That look on his face erased any lingering annoyance from Amelia, and she met his words with a gentle nod and a warm smile.

Wyatt’s expression relaxed, a trace of joy softening his features at her reaction. Though he rarely showed up for other people’s birthday parties, he knew this kind of occasion needed celebration. “Since it’s your special day, why don’t we throw a party tonight? You can invite your friends,” he suggested.

“That’s not necessary!” Amelia quickly said with a swift wave of her hand. Lifting a finger to her cheek, she added quietly, “I don’t exactly look presentable right now. Maybe next time p>

If Carlee and Monroe saw the bandages on her face, they would undoubtedly get worried. Seeing the fresh bandages on her skin, Wyatt felt his heart ache. He moved closer and pulled her gently into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Anyone else who had laid a hand on her would have paid a steep price. But with his grandfather to blame, Wyatt’s anger turned inward; he felt guilty for not being able to protect her better.

Amelia, however, didn’t feel aggrieved at all. She had willingly shielded him. With a teasing grin, she said, “Looks like I got hurt on the job protecting my boss. Does this count as a workplace injury p>

Her lighthearted words worked like a balm, loosening the tension in Wyatt’s chest. He brushed his hand over her hair. “It does, and I promise, you can count on me to look after you—always p>