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Chapter 253:
“I heard from Amelia about the project, Mr. Williamson. I appreciate you looking out for her. The Stewart Group will make sure our future partnerships come with generous rewards,” Wyatt said.
Denny responded with a courteous smile. “You’re being kind, Mr. Stewart. My decision to sign this deal has more to do with my relationship with Amelia than with any promise of rewards.” His mouth curved slightly, yet his gaze carried no warmth.
Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, a quiet threat flickering in them.
From her seat nearby, Amelia sensed a sudden tension in the air, though she couldn’t tell why.
With Wyatt holding his tongue, Denny continued, “You may not know it, Mr. Stewart, but Amelia and I go back further than you think.” He then turned toward Amelia and added, “While I’m here, I plan to visit Professor Patel at Kretol University. You can come along p>
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“Of course. Just let me know when you’re going,” Amelia replied without hesitation.
Wyatt recognized Denny’s intention in bringing the matter up on purpose, but Amelia’s ready agreement still struck a nerve. His expression chilled as he regarded Denny.
Denny met his gaze without so much as a flinch.
Tension thickened the air in the private room until it felt almost heavy, every exchanged glance like a silent challenge.
Reaching for Wyatt’s hand, Amelia leaned closer and said softly, “I was thinking of asking Matias to come along when we visit. Would you like to join us? Professor Patel has asked about you before p>
Her suggestion seemed to melt the coolness from Wyatt’s face, and a faint smile curved his lips. “If you’re going, I’ll accompany you, too p>
After that, the three of them ate quietly. Whether intentional or not, nearly every dish on the table was some variation of fish, shrimp, or crab. Instead of eating much himself, Wyatt spent the meal tending to Amelia, peeling shrimp and neatly separating fish bones with practiced care.
Watching the way Wyatt hovered over Amelia, Denny felt his appetite vanish. He set his utensils aside after only a few bites.
Noticing that, Amelia asked with a hint of awkwardness, “You don’t care much for seafood, Denny p>
In Kretol, the coastal waters made such dishes a staple on most menus, but Amelia was unaware of Denny’s preferences.
“I do like it,” Denny said with a quick smile. “I’m just running low on energy tonight, so I’m not very hungry p>
“In that case, Mr. Williamson, you might want to head back to the hotel and rest,” Wyatt said as soon as Denny finished speaking.
The suggestion made sense to Amelia, and she was ready to wrap up the meal. Despite the irritation simmering under his skin, Denny kept his smile in place.