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Chapter 175:
The air in Kretol carried a heavy warmth that lingered even in May, though nighttime still held a hint of coolness.
Noticing Amelia in her short-sleeved pajamas, Wyatt quietly removed his jacket and settled it gently over her shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold. Take my coat,” he said.
Witnessing this simple gesture drained even more color from Elena’s face. Wyatt softly ruffled Amelia’s hair, then turned an indifferent gaze on Elena. “Even if she had never entered my life, I would never marry you p>
Elena’s entire body trembled, but she refused to back down. Forcing the words out, she asked, “Why p>
“Because I’ve never had feelings for you. Not once p>
𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗵a𝗽tе𝘳𝘀 e𝘃𝗲𝗋𝘆 𝘄ееk o𝗇.со𝗺
Though Wyatt’s words were soft, the stillness of the night made every syllable ring out clearly. The truth struck hard. Elena nearly lost her balance, and her body trembled so much that Jordy had to catch her. Although he wanted to shout in frustration, he kept silent, unwilling to worsen her pain.
He handed over his phone instead. “Grandma wants to speak with you p>
That single sentence sent a visible shiver through Elena, her eyes flickering with panic. Bringing the phone to her ear, she listened to her grandmother’s stern order: “Come back to Prevda right now p>
As soon as the call ended, Jordy quietly guided Elena to the waiting car, and she didn’t try to resist this time.
Wyatt watched the Green family’s car fade out of sight, then said to Kurt, “If something like this happens again, let the bodyguards handle it. Amelia doesn’t need to be troubled p>
Understanding Wyatt’s strictness, Kurt immediately turned to Amelia. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Stewart. I didn’t manage the situation well p>
With a swift gesture, Amelia waved off his apology, telling him to get some rest. When Kurt left, she looked at the man beside her. “Don’t blame him. Kurt only did that for your own good p>
Wyatt did not reply, but instead leaned down and swept her into his arms. The move surprised Amelia, and her arms instinctively circled his neck. Once they had entered the bedroom, he leaned in and couldn’t help but kiss her.
Growing used to the subtle comfort of his scent, Amelia kept her arms fastened around his neck even as he gently placed her on the bed, still responding to his kiss. Her eager response sent a shiver through him. When his lips brushed her ear, he whispered, “Amelia, I feel a bit regretful p>
Confusion crossed Amelia’s face; she didn’t understand what he meant at first. Then, as realization dawned, warmth bloomed in her cheeks. He let out a sigh and admitted, “I wish I hadn’t promised you more time.” That admission was followed by another deep kiss.
The time spent with Wyatt brought Amelia a sense of cherished security. She could feel his love for her. While she was with him, she found herself giving in, her heart softer than before. This time, instead of recoiling when he tried to be more intimate, she only met his gaze with clear, unwavering eyes.
Wyatt caught the spark in her expression, his own excitement barely concealed. With a gentle voice, he asked, “Are you sure about this?” She chose not to answer with words, but with a kiss.
Actions spoke louder than words, and Wyatt needed no further reassurance. That was, until a cry of pain escaped Amelia’s lips. He stopped right away. Her bandage had slipped free, exposing the neat row of stitches on her cheek. Relief washed over Wyatt once he realized the wound hadn’t opened, but he refrained from touching her again.
After carefully replacing the bandage for her, Wyatt quietly slipped into the bathroom. From the bed, Amelia watched him retreat. Joy sparkled in her eyes, tinged with a hint of disappointment. She had already gathered all her courage, but they still didn’t take the next step.
By the time Wyatt emerged from the bathroom, sleep had claimed her. He bent to press a kiss to her lips, then lay down and pulled her close, holding her through the night.