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Chapter 103:
After parking, Davin quietly exited the vehicle but left the rear doors closed. In a hushed tone, he called back, “We’ve arrived p>
Heat flooded Amelia’s cheeks as she realized others were nearby, making her lower her voice. “Let go of me p>
Wyatt’s arm still circled her waist with a firm grip—without his cooperation, getting up was impossible. Sensing her unease and not wanting to push his luck, Wyatt finally relented, carefully guiding her upright.
They took a moment in their seats to fix their clothes and steady themselves. When they were about to get out of the car, Wyatt reached out, offering his hand to Amelia. They stepped out together.
What lay before them was a breathtaking tapestry of color—flower fields unfurled across the hillsides, so strikingly beautiful that it made tears prick Amelia’s eyes. Memories tugged at her. She had visited this spot before. Back then, blossoms had also carpeted the land, though nothing as expansive as now.
When she turned sixteen, Katrina had gifted her this very hillside, buying the land and filling it with flowers for her birthday. Yet three years ago, after Katrina’s illness, flames had swept through and destroyed every last bloom. Since that day, Amelia had never returned. She had never imagined anyone could recreate the past from the ashes.
Could all of this truly be for her?
Wyatt never took his gaze off Amelia after getting out of the car, tracking every flicker of emotion on her face. He had wanted to bring her here on May 5th, but patience had deserted him—this surprise couldn’t wait.
For most of his life, he never bothered with elaborate gifts. Marc’s ideas about what women liked had seemed useless, except the part about flowers—there was something about them that lingered with him. His own quiet investigation had uncovered the truth about the fire—the Flynn family was to blame for the destruction three years ago.
Wyatt’s voice was gentle as he asked, “Do you like the flowers, Amelia?” His nerves were clear in the way his gaze flickered, as if he were worried he’d gotten everything wrong.
This land, once reduced to blackened earth by the fire three years ago, had been painstakingly brought back to life. Wyatt had overseen every detail, flying in rare blossoms from distant countries. Carried on a gentle wind, the fragrance of thousands of flowers swept over them.
𝗡𝘦w ch𝗮р𝗍е𝗋ѕ 𝘦𝗏е𝘳𝘆 𝘸𝗲𝖾𝗸 𝗈ո
Without warning, Amelia turned and threw her arms around Wyatt in a grateful, silent embrace. That simple gesture lit up Wyatt’s face. He laced his fingers through hers and guided her down a path between the blooms. “Come with me—I want to show you something else p>
A short stroll brought them to a rustic little cabin tucked at the edge of the field. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the colorful landscape outside, letting them soak in the view even from the comfort of a warm couch. The cabin was well equipped, and the fridge in the kitchen was stocked with various ingredients.
Seeing this haven, Amelia felt a peace she hadn’t known in years. Old hurts faded into the background, leaving only the serenity of this quiet escape with Wyatt.
Their private bubble lasted until Davin arrived, ushering in Sanford in his spotless chef’s whites. At the sight of the celebrated chef, Amelia stood to greet him with a bright smile.