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Chapter 406:
Early the next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains.
“You’re up,” said Amelia, offering a glass of warm water as Kelsey opened her eyes and rubbed her temples.
Instead of accepting the glass of water, Kelsey frowned. “Why are you here p>
Amelia gave a soft laugh. “You might want to take a look around first p>
Noticing the crisp white bedding beneath her, Kelsey realized this wasn’t her home at all — it was a hotel room.
She took the glass from Amelia. “So you’re the one who brought me here last night p>
“It wasn’t me p>
C𝘩𝗶𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 n𝘰𝘃𝗲l𝗌 𝘁𝗋aոѕla𝘵𝘦d 𝗼ո
When Kelsey’s puzzled gaze lingered, Amelia gave her a brief account of the night before — how she’d vomited on Shepard, nearly stripped him of his clothes, and even slapped him.
Once she confirmed that Amelia wasn’t making it up, Kelsey’s eyes went wide in shock, and her headache seemed to pound harder.
Amelia said, “Now that you’re awake, I’ll leave. Breakfast is on the way, and room service will bring it shortly p>
As Amelia moved toward the door, Kelsey called out to her without thinking, “Wait p>
Amelia paused mid-step and turned, looking at Kelsey with confusion.
“My parents are insisting I meet potential matches,” Kelsey said, her voice edged with frustration.
It was no secret in Kretol that Kelsey’s heart belonged to Wyatt.
Before Wyatt’s marriage, the Harvey family had ignored Kelsey’s feelings, knowing a union with the Stewarts would serve their interests.
Now that Wyatt was married and had publicly professed his love for Amelia, Kelsey’s long-standing feelings for him had become the Harvey family’s source of ridicule.
In response, her family began pressing her into blind dates, urging her to settle down as quickly as possible.
The relentless pressure had ended in a heated quarrel at home, after which Kelsey drowned her frustrations at the bar.
Amelia sensed that words of comfort might only come across as hollow, so she chose to sit quietly and listen.
“Amelia, I’ve made up my mind to let Wyatt go p>
When Amelia gave no immediate reply, Kelsey added with a faint edge, “Does that please you p>
“I am happy, but not for myself, for you.” Amelia’s lips curved in a gentle smile at Kelsey’s skeptical expression. “Like I’ve told you before, you deserve someone better p>
A knock sounded at the door just then.
Assuming it was breakfast arriving, Amelia opened the door, only to find Wyatt standing there.
“Let’s get breakfast,” he said.
Without another word, Wyatt took Amelia’s hand and guided her away, never once acknowledging Kelsey.
Still lying in bed, Kelsey heard that and let out a humorless laugh.
But the sound faded quickly as her eyes began to sting.
A short walk from the hotel brought Wyatt and Amelia to a highly regarded restaurant where Wyatt had reserved a private dining room.
Stepping into the room behind Wyatt, Amelia found the table already laden with an array of breakfast dishes.
Although Amelia hadn’t felt hungry earlier, the sight of the food stirred her appetite.
“I asked them to make some eggs sunny side up. Have a try,” Wyatt said.
Ever since Wyatt learned what Amelia preferred to eat, he made it a point to have the chef cook it the way she liked it every time they went to a restaurant.
Amelia picked up her fork with anticipation. Yet, after only two bites, a wave of nausea suddenly rose in her throat.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, she darted into the private room’s bathroom.
“Amelia, what’s wrong?” Wyatt followed quickly, his gaze tinged with concern as he watched Amelia retch into the sink.
Amelia’s eyes were watery and rimmed red now.
“I’m not sure,” she murmured, her voice faint. “It just came on all of a sudden p>
“Maybe I ate something that didn’t sit right p>
Without hesitation, Wyatt reached for the bell on the table.
The restaurant manager arrived within a minute, his expression nervous. “Mr. Stewart, is there an issue with the food?” he asked.
Wyatt gestured toward the eggs with a cool edge in his tone. “Are these fresh p>
“Absolutely, Mr. Stewart. If you have doubts, you’re welcome to have them tested,” the manager replied, beads of sweat breaking on his forehead.
Wyatt’s frown deepened at the response.
The nausea hit Amelia again, forcing her to lean back against the wall. “Get the eggs out of here p>
“What are you standing around for? Take them away!” Wyatt exclaimed.
“Yes, right away p>
The manager scooped the dish from the table and hurried out, his shoulders tense as he left the room.
By now, Amelia’s lively expression had faded, the morning leaving her with an empty stomach and two bouts of vomiting.
“Can we head home?” Amelia asked, her voice roughened.
“I’m taking you to see Marc first. Let him examine you,” Wyatt answered gently. “I won’t feel at ease otherwise p>