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Chapter 358:

Though Wyatt had assisted Amelia with her footwear before, Amelia still felt a flush of embarrassment under the watchful eyes around her. As he knelt before her on one knee, she quickly tried to intervene, murmuring, “I can wear them on my own p>

“It’s tricky with that dress,” Wyatt countered gently.

Brushing aside her outstretched hand, he carefully eased the delicate heels onto her feet.

The three people nearby observed with a mix of reactions.

𝗔𝘥𝗱𝗶𝘤𝘵i𝗏е 𝘀𝗍𝗼𝘳іe𝘴 o𝘯

The shop assistant, eyes gleaming with admiration, marveled at how a man so wealthy and handsome could also be so attentive to his partner. Glancing at Amelia’s radiant beauty, she nodded to herself, understanding his devotion. If she were in his shoes, she would be just as captivated by such a stunning woman.

Brielle, however, seethed with envy, her gaze sharp. She couldn’t fathom why a man of Wyatt’s caliber would lower himself for Amelia.

Once the heels were on, Amelia stood and took a few steps, the butterfly details on the shoes fluttering softly, sparking a delighted smile from her. Wyatt, ever attuned to her expressions, caught her joy and turned to the assistant. “We’ll take the shoes as well,” he said.

“Of course, one moment please,” the assistant replied, thrilled to assist. The commission from the dress and shoes neared thirty thousand, and she silently thanked the generous pair.

Beyond the gown and heels, Wyatt also selected a few jewelry pieces from the display case for Amelia, knowing her preference for elegance through their time together.

After Amelia, Wyatt, and their companions departed, Brielle stormed to the counter, hand outstretched. “Show me their receipt,” she demanded.

The boutique prioritized client confidentiality, but knowing Brielle’s fiery temper, the shop assistant hesitated before reluctantly handing over the slip Wyatt had signed.

Brielle glanced at the amount on the receipt, which was over twenty million, and her face contorted with jealousy. Why couldn’t such a generous and wealthy man be hers?

Her gaze lingered on the signature, and she muttered the name aloud, “Wyatt Stewart p>

As Amelia settled into the car, Sanford spoke up. “Do you have any single friends, Amelia p>

His question sparked her curiosity. Glancing at the front seat, she said, “Why are you asking me this p>

“Introduce one to me if you do,” Sanford replied.

Before she could answer, Wyatt interjected, “Didn’t you say you never planned to get married? What has changed your mind p>

“You two lovebirds influenced me,” Sanford admitted.

He had always found women bothersome, but the boutique scene had shifted his perspective.

“I do have a friend who is single, but—” Amelia began.

Sanford interjected, “Introduce her to me, and send me her contact information now p>

Amelia said, “Her name is Carlee Larson. The Larson family isn’t on par with your Chapman family, and she has quite a temper, so p>

“I’m up for a challenge,” Sanford declared.

Hearing that, Amelia glanced at Wyatt, her expression saying that Sanford might be out of his mind.

Wyatt met her look, then said softly, “Pay him no mind. He chases every whim. Just let things unfold naturally p>

The business banquet was set for seven in the evening. Amelia, Wyatt, and Sanford left the hotel on time for the banquet.

At the Chadwick family’s residence, Brielle frowned at the gold pendant Julie Pierce offered her. “This clashes horribly with my outfit. I don’t want it p>

Julie didn’t withdraw her hand holding the pendant. Instead, she shut the door and leaned in, whispering to Brielle, “Mr. Figueroa went to great lengths for this. With this, no one in the Chadwick family will doubt your identity again p>

Reluctantly, Brielle agreed to wear it.

As she finished preparing, Shepard’s impatient voice called from outside, “It’s nearly seven. How much longer are you going to take p>