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Chapter 345:

Wyatt answered softly, then unzipped the hidden seam on the transparent tent panel.

Once fully opened, a small gap formed, like a window to the outside.

Amelia set aside her barbecue, eagerly reaching out her hand.

A snowflake landed in her palm, its icy touch drawing a gleeful squeal from her.

𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯

While Amelia marveled at the drifting snow, Wyatt’s eyes stayed locked on her. He hadn’t lied when he said he had dreamed of bringing her here for ages.

After she saved him, he had swiftly turned the tables on Hamlin, delivering a harsh lesson. But when Hamlin was left in a coma, Wyatt caught a flight to the island that same night. The swirling snow had soothed his restless heart as he sat in a tent, his thoughts consumed by Amelia.

He had promised himself then that, if given the chance, he would share this snowy haven with her.

Fortunately, he had made it come true.

When Amelia’s hand reddened from the cold, Wyatt closed the tent’s window despite Amelia’s reluctance.

He clasped her chilled fingers, warming them in his grip, and even after they warmed, he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled her close, drawing her into his arms. Before she could react, he tilted his head and kissed her deeply.

Wyatt eased back onto the air mattress inside the tent, bringing Amelia to lie down with him.

“Amelia, it’s time to fulfill your promise to me,” he said.

A week ago, their intimate moment had been interrupted at the crucial moment by her unexpected period.

Amelia hadn’t pictured being intimate with Wyatt in a place like this. Gazing at the endless snow beyond the tent, she felt a sense of wonder bloom in her chest.

“Close the inner tent,” she murmured.

Though the transparent layer faced only the forest, she still felt a twinge of shyness.

Wyatt, already shirtless, complied, rising from the bed.

As he moved, Amelia’s eyes traced his chiseled abs and the sharp V-line dipping below his waist.

Clothed, he looked lean; unclothed, his muscles were evident.

She had always known Wyatt was fit, but she had never observed his body like this before.

“You like what you see p>

His low, teasing voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she met his playful gaze.

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away.

Outside, the world was frozen, but inside the tent, the air grew heated. Sweat beaded on Wyatt’s forehead.

Amid the howling wind, Amelia could hear his steady heartbeat and ragged breaths.

Wyatt watched her closely, and as her tense expression softened, he relaxed and pulled her closer.

Despite the wind’s roar, Amelia, aware of the nearby tents, didn’t dare make any sound. She lifted her head and bit Wyatt’s shoulder instead.

The next morning.

Wyatt’s internal clock woke him at seven. Amelia was still sleeping, nestled in his arms.

When Wyatt recalled what had happened last night, his gaze softened. Amelia’s long hair spilled across the pillow, and as his eyes traced her delicate features, he noticed the faint marks on her neck from the night before.

His gaze darkened with intensity.

In her sleep, Amelia felt slightly breathless. She quickly opened her eyes.

Seeing Wyatt’s face so close, she was momentarily disoriented.

Realizing he was the cause of her breathlessness, she tried to push him away, but he caught her hand, guiding it to his waist.

When she felt the shift in his lower body, her eyes widened.

Wyatt, entranced by her scent, kissed her hungrily.

The tent Barrie had set up blocked out most of the light, but Amelia could faintly see the brightness outside.

Last night, the wind’s howl had masked their sounds, so she hadn’t worried about anyone hearing them.

But now, with the wind gone and footsteps audible outside, her heart raced. Clutching Wyatt’s hand, her face flushed, she whispered, “Barrie and the others are out there. You can’t p>