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Chapter 150:

Amelia and her companions had just settled into the private lounge when a petite woman with gentle features strode in, a toolkit clutched in her hand. The moment she saw Amelia, Zainab Juarez, who had a habit of keeping tabs on celebrity news, recognized her right away. She was well aware that Amelia had recently annulled her engagement with Jaxton.

Even as idle rumors darted through her thoughts, she kept her expression blank. That was because Barrie, ever watchful, lingered near the threshold.

The man with a piercing earlier was Collen Ashton, who was not a man to provoke lightly. Zainab recalled how Barrie had just taught Collen a painful lesson, so she stuck to her task, giving her full attention to the tattoo on Amelia’s waist.

Thanks to the anesthetic, Amelia drifted above the pain. But Carlee, sitting by her side, couldn’t hold back her sympathy. Anger flared in her eyes as she took in the blood on Amelia. “That jerk deserves to die for what he did to you p>

Carlee’s harsh words hung in the air, but Amelia had no intention of replying. She wanted nothing to do with Jaxton and did not even want to say his name.

Suddenly, Carlee’s anger switched to excitement as she pushed her phone toward Amelia. “You have to see this.” Amelia looked at the phone screen. It flashed with a headline about Jaxton’s engagement to Dayna. Carlee said in a mocking tone, “Well, those two belong together. What a pair of snakes p>

None of this took Amelia by surprise. She had been the one who first put the idea in Dayna’s head, though she hadn’t expected the Morrisons to skip out on even a simple engagement party.

Zainab worked with a careful hand, removing the tattoo from Amelia’s waist until no trace remained. Once she finished, she dabbed ointment on the skin and said softly, “Keep this area dry for a while. You don’t want it leaving a mark.” Amelia murmured her gratitude, then leaned into Carlee’s arm for support as she got up.

Once the pair stepped outside, Zainab glanced at Collen and couldn’t resist asking, “Has the Morrison heir lost his mind? How could anyone refuse someone so stunning p>

Collen’s nerves still jangled from Barrie’s earlier actions. He waited until Amelia’s group piled into the car, then said to Zainab in an impatient tone, “Quit speculating about these celebrity messes and pay attention to your work.” Growing up in the same orphanage had made Zainab familiar with Collen’s softer side, even if he hid…

It hid behind a tough exterior. She responded by sticking out her tongue playfully, which earned her a stern look.

𝖠𝗰𝗍i𝘃e со𝘮𝗆𝘂𝗻𝗂𝗍𝘆 o𝗻.с𝗈𝗆

They had no inkling that Amelia would ever return to their lives, but fate would draw them together again in the future.

Davin had already filled Wyatt in on Amelia’s absence from work. Since Barrie rarely left her side, Wyatt could have checked in on her with a single phone call to Barrie. Instead, he chose patience and waited quietly at Hillside Villa for her return.

Upon walking into the main hall, Amelia spotted Wyatt on the sofa. Wyatt glanced up the instant he picked up on footsteps in the hallway, his eyes immediately searching her face. “Did you get injured p>

The anesthesia on Amelia’s waist was wearing off, and waves of sharp pain began to set in, making her face pale. Noticing his concern, she filled him in about the tattoo removal she had undergone that afternoon.

Wyatt had always known about the ink on her waist. Now, seeing her in pain, he silently cursed the Morrisons for putting her through something like this.

Amelia’s blouse stuck to her back, slick with sweat, and after a brief exchange with Wyatt, she excused herself to shower. No matter how careful she tried to be, the wound ended up getting wet. Scarring didn’t scare her, but she dreaded any hint of infection.

She thought about summoning a servant to help with the ointment, but found Wyatt already standing by with fresh gauze and medication. Seeking a servant now seemed unnecessary, so she lay on her side on the room’s sofa at Wyatt’s suggestion.

The water had left her wound looking raw and unsettling. Wyatt tended to her injury with gentle hands, but every so often, she couldn’t help but wince in pain.

When the new bandage was secure, beads of sweat dotted Wyatt’s forehead. Amelia pushed herself upright, catching the look on his face. The idea struck her that he disliked the fact that she used to have this tattoo.

Of course, no husband wanted to see his wife branded with another man’s name. Worried, Amelia pressed her lips together for a moment and murmured, “The artist promised me it’s completely gone now. There won’t be any trace left p>

“Does it hurt?” Wyatt didn’t let her answer before adding, “Promise me you won’t ever do something that will only hurt yourself again p>