Chapter 520

Chapter 520:

Wyatt stood at the threshold of the bathroom, his figure damp, droplets still sliding from his hair. Beads of water trailed down his chest, disappearing into the pink bath towel wrapped around his waist. That towel belonged to Amelia, its soft hue exuding a distinctly feminine air. Yet, draped across Wyatt, it carried a strangely magnetic charm.

The two of them had already shared the most intimate of moments, so this was not Amelia’s first time seeing Wyatt’s body. Still, an unexpected wave of bashfulness rose within her. As Wyatt’s steps brought him closer, Amelia quickly blurted, “You… you should change into something p>

“I don’t have any clothes I can change into,” Wyatt replied gently, his voice carrying a mix of innocence and faint grievance.

Amelia thought of borrowing clothes from Shepard or Weldon but quickly dismissed the idea. If either of them discovered Wyatt in her room, they would be furious. Though her time with the Chadwick family had been brief, she had already sensed their warmth toward her—and their hostility toward Wyatt.

After a moment’s thought, Amelia said, “Stay here for now. I’ll get your clothes that were washed earlier p>

𝗪e𝗲𝘬l𝘺 r𝘦𝘭eаs𝗲ѕ 𝗈𝗻

Fortunately, the room had a washer-dryer, the perfect solution for their current dilemma. As she stepped toward the bathroom to fetch Wyatt’s garments, he caught her hand before she could take them.

Seeing her startled expression, Wyatt gave a light laugh. “I can wash them on my own p>

The washer-dryer would handle his clothing, though the process would take over forty minutes, leaving Wyatt in Amelia’s towel for quite some time. Watching him move about nearly bare, Amelia felt the air in the room grow warmer.

“Why don’t you rest on the bed? I’ll bring your clothes to you once they’re ready,” Amelia said softly, her eyes shifting toward Wyatt, who was now seated on the couch.

At her words, Wyatt set aside his water glass and walked to the wide pink bed. He lay down, resting his head on one arm, and turned to her.

“Amelia, why don’t you lie here with me p>

As he spoke, Wyatt pulled the blanket back and tapped the empty spot beside him. Amelia couldn’t help but blush at the gesture. She cast him a pointed look, and just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

“Amelia, open the door for me.” Weldon’s voice came from outside, freezing both Wyatt and Amelia in place.

Amelia snapped from her daze, panic flashing in her eyes as she looked at Wyatt stretched out on her bed. Her pulse quickened. “What should we do now? Weldon is outside,” she whispered urgently.

Wyatt first considered saying it didn’t matter if Weldon saw him; he and Amelia were legally married, after all. But seeing her distress, he softened his tone and assured her, “It’s fine. I’ll stay here quietly. Your brother likely won’t come into the room p>

Relief washed over Amelia at his reassurance. “Don’t make a sound!” she whispered before slipping out to open the door.

The room had a small living area, and the moment Amelia opened the door, Weldon entered carrying food. Weston had been taken to the hospital with Shepard accompanying him, and before leaving, they had asked Weldon to take good care of Amelia.

Mindful of her condition, Weldon had thoughtfully brought plenty of food, knowing pregnancy often came with constant hunger. Seeing the spread he placed on the table, Amelia felt moved and smiled softly.

“This is far too much p>

“It isn’t much. Each dish is a small portion. Pick what you like, and I’ll finish the rest,” Weldon replied. “I’ll go wash my hands first p>

With grease still clinging to his fingers, Weldon started toward the bathroom. But that bathroom connected the living area to the bedroom—if he went inside, he would surely see Wyatt lying on the bed.

Amelia’s heart lurched at the thought. “Weldon!” she called out suddenly.

“What is it?” Weldon paused and turned toward her instinctively.

“It’s nothing urgent; it can wait,” Amelia said quickly, lacking any true excuse to stop him. She only prayed Wyatt would hide before Weldon could notice.

As Weldon advanced toward the bathroom, Amelia walked over to the bedroom. Finding the bed empty of Wyatt, she finally exhaled in relief.

When Weldon finished washing his hands and turned to leave, he suddenly redirected his steps toward the bedroom, making Amelia’s chest pound again.

“Weldon p>