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Chapter 346:
Wyatt, though reluctant to stop, knew Amelia’s temperament all too well. Pushing her too far would only backfire. So after a lingering kiss, he released her.
The moment he let go, Amelia burrowed under the blanket to one side. But when she tried to sit up, a sharp pain in her waist made her gasp.
Hearing it, Wyatt turned toward her immediately, concern in his voice. “Where does it hurt? Let me p>
“Shut up p>
Before he could finish, Amelia landed a swift kick on him, her eyes blazing with a fierce glare.
To Wyatt, though, her fiery look was more endearing than intimidating.
Once the ache subsided, Amelia flung off the covers. Reaching for her clothes, she caught Wyatt staring, his gaze tracing the marks on her skin.
“Stop staring!” She yanked the blanket back over herself.
Instead of looking away, Wyatt edged closer. “Amelia, it’s natural for couples to be this close. No need to be shy. Last night, you were p>
As he began to bring up their intimacy, Amelia quickly covered his mouth with her hand to shut him up, only to jolt when he lightly licked her palm.
𝘙𝘦𝖺d f𝗿𝗈𝗆 𝘺𝘰ur 𝗉𝗁оո𝗲 oո
She snatched her hand back, her expression a mix of embarrassment and irritation.
Meeting her eyes, Wyatt put on an innocent look. “I didn’t mean to do that p>
“Turn around, or I’ll never let you touch me again p>
Under her threat, Wyatt grudgingly turned his head.
Amelia seized the chance, grabbing her clothes and dressing quickly. Wyatt listened to the soft rustle behind him and only turned back when it went quiet.
By then, Amelia was fully dressed. She shifted to the edge of the bed to put on her shoes, but as she bent down, Wyatt walked over.
He knelt before her, placed her foot on his knee, and picked up a pair of white cotton socks.
Amelia tried to pull her foot back, flustered. “I can do it myself p>
“Stay still,” Wyatt said, gently holding her ankle.
He carefully slipped the socks onto her feet, then helped her into her shoes, his expression focused and serious, as if the small act were something sacred.
When Amelia and Wyatt finally stepped out of the tent, it was nearly nine in the morning.
“Mr. Stewart, breakfast is prepared,” Barrie said.
He had already been awake for some time. The moment he spotted them, he hurried over.
Wyatt nodded and guided Amelia to the table near the campfire.
With limited supplies, breakfast was simple — porridge and a few side dishes. Yet, with the world outside buried in snow, Amelia found herself eating with real appetite.
They spent three full days on the snowy mountain, most of it wrapped up together in bed.
By the time they headed back, Amelia felt utterly drained. Glancing at Wyatt, who looked perfectly composed and full of energy, she felt a wave of irritation. How could he, after everything, still look so unfazed?
Catching her stare, Wyatt reached for her hand.
Remembering the past few days, Amelia swatted his hand away. “Don’t touch me p>
The sharp smack echoed in the car. At the wheel, Barrie glanced at the rearview mirror, startled.
Wyatt, though hit, didn’t get angry. Instead, he gently took her hand again and asked, “Does your hand hurt p>
Barrie, watching from the front seat, was baffled. But when he tried to sneak another look, Wyatt’s icy stare in the mirror made him quickly raise the car’s partition.
Amelia tried to pull her hand back, but Wyatt wouldn’t let go, so she gave up and muttered, “I’m warning you, keep your hands off me for the next two days p>
“Don’t be upset. I’ll behave, alright?” Wyatt said.
Amelia eyed him with doubt. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Wyatt — it was that the last three days had shown her exactly how shameless he could be.
At that moment, Wyatt leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ll just wait until the third day p>
“Shut up!” Amelia snapped, her face flushing with anger.