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Chapter 342:
In the darkness, Amelia’s senses sharpened.
As her and Wyatt’s skin brushed, a shiver rippled through her.
Wyatt continued to kiss her, his hands tracing her waist, yet he hesitated to take the next step.
Just as Amelia was about to speak, he whispered in her ear, his voice rough, “Amelia, can I p>
Amelia’s heart swelled with both joy and exasperation at that.
Instead of answering, she slid her arms around his neck and took the initiative to kiss him.
Caught off guard, Wyatt froze for a moment before enveloping her in a tight embrace, ready to move forward. But then, she pushed him away.
Unprepared, Wyatt tumbled off the bed, catching the edge to avoid crashing onto the floor directly.
“Amelia, what’s wrong?” he asked.
Seeing her curled up, clutching her stomach with a pale face, Wyatt quickly flicked on the light.
𝖲𝘢v𝖾 𝗒𝗼𝗎𝗋 f𝗮𝘷𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁e 𝘯𝘰𝘃𝗲𝗅ѕ 𝗼ո
When he spotted the red stain on the sheets, it took him a moment to process what was happening before he let out a resigned chuckle. Minutes later, he held a glass of warm water to Amelia’s lips.
After a sip, she looked at him with an awkward expression. “I didn’t mean for this to happen p>
Her period’s timing couldn’t have been worse.
Wyatt, thrown by the sudden turn of events, felt his earlier fervor fizzle out.
“It’s fine. We’ve waited this long; a few more days won’t hurt,” he replied.
Noticing the faint disappointment in his voice, Amelia sipped her water in silence.
When she lay back down, Wyatt didn’t join her. As he stood to leave, she grabbed his hand. “Where are you going p>
“I’m going to take a shower p>
“You already…” she started, then blushed, realizing why he was taking a shower again. “Just don’t get your wound wet p>
“I’ll be careful,” he said, heading to the bathroom.
The sound of running water filled the air, and Amelia found herself smiling. She remembered a quote she had once read, which said that a man who truly loves his partner puts his partner’s feelings first.
She didn’t know how other men might have handled tonight, but Wyatt’s reaction had left her deeply satisfied.
When Wyatt returned, Amelia was already asleep, her breathing soft and even. He moved quietly, careful not to wake her.
As he slid into bed, she instinctively nestled closer to him, curling into his arms.
A tender warmth softened his features.
He kissed her lightly on the lips.
The next morning, Amelia woke to an empty bed.
A note from Wyatt sat on the bedside table, reminding her to eat breakfast. He had gone to attend a meeting at the office.
Breakfast was kept warm in the microwave, and the moment Kurt saw Amelia descend the stairs, he signaled the staff to serve it.
As she ate, Barrie entered the living room.
“Mrs. Stewart, Ricky wants to see you,” he said.
Amelia’s fork froze midair, her appetite vanishing.
But recalling Wyatt’s words, she forced down a few more bites.
When the basement lights flicked on, Ricky squinted against the sudden brightness.
Once his eyes adjusted, he looked toward the doorway.
Amelia stood there, keeping her distance, her gaze cold and steady.
Ricky waited for her to speak, but when the silence stretched, he grew restless.
“Amelia, how about we make a deal p>
“Look at yourself. What makes you think you’re in a position to negotiate with me? I’m not here for your games. If you’ve got nothing worthwhile to say, don’t call for me again,” Amelia said sharply.
As she turned to leave, Ricky called out, “Amelia, don’t you want to know who your real father is p>
She paused, turning back to him, but her eyes were indifferent.
“With the wealth and status I have now, do you really think I’m chasing some fairy-tale father figure? I’m well past the age of needing a father’s affection,” she said.