Chapter 536

Chapter 536:

The Carrillos’ expressions soured at Huntley’s opening words, but as he continued, a subtle glance passed between Jasper and Sean, their eyes glinting with calculation.

Meanwhile, Amelia was blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding at the Carrillo household. She had been lost in a deep slumber, and when her eyes finally fluttered open, it was almost noon. As she tried to rise, a dull ache radiated from her lower back—a vivid reminder of the previous night’s fervor.

If not for the fact that she was pregnant, Wyatt’s passion might have been even more untamed. It took a moment for Amelia to shake off the discomfort and sit upright.

Just then, the door creaked open softly. Seeing Amelia stir, Wyatt hurried to her side, his hands gentle as he offered support. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice tender with concern.

“Move aside!” Amelia snapped, swatting his hand away with a fiery glare. Her weakened state softened the edge of her anger, making her defiance more endearing than fierce.

Wyatt knew he had gone too far last night. Noticing Amelia about to rise, he knelt to slip her shoes on, his movements careful. Amelia, however, was still fuming. Without thinking, she lashed out, her foot swinging toward Wyatt—only to land in a place she hadn’t intended.

Wyatt’s face blanched, and panic surged through Amelia. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that…” she said, her voice softening with worry.

𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻

When Wyatt remained silent, still kneeling on one knee, Amelia reached out instinctively to help him up. The moment her fingers brushed his arm, Wyatt seized her wrist. In a flash he had her pinned to the bed, his voice low and teasing. “Trying to do away with your husband, are you p>

At first Amelia thought Wyatt was pretending to be in pain—until she saw the sheen of cold sweat on his brow. Once he released her, her voice turned low, laced with concern. “Does it hurt that badly? Should I call Marc to check on you p>

Wyatt glanced back at her, a playful half-smile dancing on his lips. “Marc isn’t the one I should turn to for this,” he said with a meaningful glint in his eye. “But since this is about your future joy, perhaps you’re the one who should examine my condition p>

By the time he finished speaking, he had slipped an arm around Amelia’s waist, pulling her closer. It took a heartbeat for his words to sink in, and when they did a spark of indignation flared within her, tempting her to nudge him away with a kick again.

“You pervert!” she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with mock ferocity as she broke free and marched toward the walk-in closet.

After slipping into fresh clothes, washing up, and settling at her vanity, Amelia caught Wyatt’s reflection in the mirror. His gaze, intense and unwavering, brought a flush of self-consciousness to her cheeks. “Why are you staring at me?” she asked.

Instead of replying, Wyatt reached for the eyebrow pencil on her vanity. “Shall I lend a hand with your eyebrows?” he said. Before Amelia could answer, he tilted her chin upward with a tender touch. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Do you even know what you’re doing p>

“I think so,” Wyatt replied with a confident grin.