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Chapter 304:
Inside the room, Amelia asked, “So, Denny, what did you want to discuss with me p>
“Can you guess why I picked Axton as my mentor back then?” Denny said.
Amelia hadn’t known the answer at first, but now she could guess.
Wyatt hovered by the door, and Amelia, nerves on edge, blurted out, “De p>
“Let me finish, Amelia. Just give me a second.” Denny raised his hand to interrupt her, then started coughing.
Seeing that, Amelia quickly offered him the glass of water by the bed. He drank slowly, eyes never leaving her, then said, “You probably don’t know this, but I met you years ago p>
Memories of unrequited love flickered in his eyes, amusement and regret fighting for space on his face. He spoke softly, finally voicing the thoughts he had wanted to share with Amelia for years. The confession brought him a sense of relief, as if a small void in his heart had suddenly been filled.
Amelia, on the other hand, struggled to find the right response. The unexpected confession left her speechless. After grappling with her thoughts for a while, she answered awkwardly, “Denny, I really like you as a friend p>
That response left Denny blinking in surprise, but soon a soft laugh slipped out. Seeing her unease, he smiled and said, “Really, I just wanted to tell you how I felt for my own sake. Amelia, I hope you and Wyatt find all the happiness you deserve p>
𝖩𝗼i𝘯 ou𝗿 𝖼𝘰m𝗺u𝗻і𝗍𝘆 𝗼n
Following that last meeting at Kretol University, Denny had intended to lock his feelings away forever. But facing a life-and-death experience had changed his mind. Coming to terms with the truth that he and Amelia could never be together, he finally let go of his feelings after his confession.
His honesty brought Amelia a wave of comfort, making it easier for her to breathe.
She remembered Jasiah’s request and, with gentle kindness, told him, “Denny, I heard about what happened with your family. None of it was your fault. You shouldn’t carry the blame for mistakes that weren’t yours p>
As Amelia finally left the room, a different light shone in Denny’s eyes.
“Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?” Amelia asked Wyatt.
Instead of following Jasiah’s plan, Amelia had made her own choice and checked in at a city hotel with Wyatt.
When evening arrived, she tugged Wyatt outside for a stroll beneath the city lights.
On her last visit to Hans, business with Denny had kept her too busy for sightseeing. Walking beside Wyatt now, she wanted to make up for lost time.
Strolling arm in arm with Wyatt down lantern-lit streets lined with shops, Amelia suddenly came to a halt, studying Wyatt’s face against the backdrop of lively crowds.
“I have confidence in myself, and even more in you, Mrs. Stewart p>
His words were ambiguous, yet Amelia caught his meaning right away.
Amelia, picking up on his playful confidence, teased, “You sound so sure, Mr. Stewart. People change, don’t they? Maybe I’ll wake up one day and change my mind about you. Then what would you do p>
Before she could finish, Wyatt gave her a gentle kiss that caught her completely off guard.
They were in the heart of Hans’ busiest avenue, and the curious glances of passersby made Amelia instinctively try to pull away, but Wyatt’s hand stayed locked around hers, holding her in place. “That will never happen p>
Hearing Amelia’s earlier response to Denny had soothed whatever Wyatt had been harboring, so he was in a particularly good mood now. Worried about Wyatt’s recent injuries, Amelia returned to the hotel early with him.
Back at the hotel, a spread of sweets and freshly brewed coffee in the lobby tempted Amelia, who glanced at Wyatt for approval. He grinned and encouraged her to choose whatever caught her fancy.
Rows of desserts beckoned, and Amelia wandered through the selection, struggling to make up her mind. As she reached the far end of the counter, she felt a gaze on her.
Instinctively, she looked over.
A man in a violet shirt lingered near the coffee machine, his eyes fixed on Amelia with an intensity that unsettled her. Their gazes met for a split second, and shock flashed across the man’s face. A faint frown creased Amelia’s brow; she couldn’t recall ever seeing him before.
Purple wasn’t a color most people wore well, but on him it looked almost regal, and his features were unmistakably striking.
Shepard Chadwick could hardly believe what he was seeing—the woman before him was the living image of the figure in his father’s treasured painting. For a moment, he wondered if he was imagining it. He knew there had to be a connection between Amelia and the woman in that portrait. Resolute, he crossed the lobby, heading straight for her.