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Chapter 18:

Wyatt’s words shattered any chance Amelia had at pretending to sleep. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the amusement in his gaze. That look chased away most of her nerves, and a bashful feeling crept up on her out of nowhere.

Every time Wyatt’s eyes lingered on her, she found herself squirming. Instinctively, she pushed herself upright, but the world spun wildly, nearly sending her tumbling out of bed. Before she could fall, his urgent warning—”Watch out!”—reached her ears, and his steady hands caught her just in time.

Helping her settle upright, Wyatt looked at her pale face, concern flickering in his expression. Reaching for his phone, he said, “Stay still. I’m getting the doctor p>

“Don’t! That’s not necessary p>

Humiliation already burned inside her after everything Wyatt had seen. She couldn’t bear for anyone else to witness her like this. Her urgent words made Wyatt pause, and he set the phone aside without another word.

A hush swept through the room, stretching out between them. Wyatt settled on the sofa close by, while Amelia, pressed against the headboard, caught a trace of that clean, familiar scent she’d noticed before.

“You p>

Both Amelia and Wyatt spoke at the same time. Wyatt stopped short and gave her a small nod, signaling her to speak first. Remembering every foolish detail from earlier, Amelia shrank under his gaze and stared down at the covers.

“I’m sorry for everything tonight. If you’re having second thoughts about marrying me, I p>

A𝖽di𝘤𝗍𝗂𝘷e 𝘀𝘵𝘰r𝗂𝘦𝘴 оn

“Mr. Stewart, the soup’s done. Should I come in p>

Before Amelia could finish, Kurt’s voice rang out from outside the door. Wyatt gave his permission. Kurt walked in, set the bowl down quietly, and slipped out again, not meeting anyone’s eyes. No one saw the smile stretching across his face as he closed the door behind him.

Kurt’s sudden appearance left Amelia at a loss, her words drying up as Wyatt’s face grew serious. She couldn’t find the courage to speak again.

Without warning, Wyatt lifted the bowl and gently brought a spoonful of soup to her lips. Caught off guard by his gesture, Amelia instinctively tried to take the bowl herself, but he smoothly moved it away from her grasp.

“You’re still not feeling well. Let me feed you p>

His voice was gentle, yet his tone was firm. Even as he spoke, he held the spoon steady, waiting for her to comply. Seeing his resolve, Amelia stopped resisting and parted her lips to accept the soup.