Chapter 561
Chapter 561:
Upon hearing Yosef’s words, Wyatt paused, his gaze piercing yet inquisitive.
Yosef continued, “I need your word that, regardless of the rift between me and Leandro, you won’t exploit the situation to undermine the Brightmore Group p>
“So, you’re concerned I might seize the moment to strike at the Brightmore Group?” Wyatt replied quietly, his words cutting through the air like a blade.
Yosef fell silent; his lack of rebuttal was tacit admission. His ambition had always been to wrest control of the Brightmore Group from Leandro, but never at the cost of the company’s interests. His feud with Leandro remained a private storm within the family, yet when it came to external threats, Yosef’s loyalty to the firm held firm.
“Rest easy. I have no intention of exploiting your situation to harm the Brightmore Group,” Wyatt said with measured calm.
A wave of relief washed over Yosef, and he exhaled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Stewart p>
𝖬𝗼𝗿𝘦 𝗻𝗼vе𝗅s 𝘰ո
Though they had been strangers until that evening, Yosef found himself inexplicably trusting Wyatt. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long they sealed an agreement, a partnership forged in mutual respect.
By the time Wyatt returned to Hillside Villa, the clock had ticked past eleven and the night cloaked the world in quiet shadows. Stepping into the bedroom, he found Amelia still awake, propped against the headboard.
“Why are you still up?” he asked, his voice tender.
“I couldn’t find sleep without you by my side,” Amelia replied, her words carrying a rare vulnerability.
It was the first time she had laid bare her dependence on him, and Wyatt’s heart stirred; his eyes softened. He settled beside her, drawing her into his embrace. Amelia rested her head against him, and the scent of him eased her like a gentle tide.
“Did you meet with Yosef?” she asked, curiosity dancing in her tone.
Wyatt nodded, recounting the evening’s discussion with Yosef and the deal they had struck. When he finished, Amelia tilted her head. “From the way you’ve laid out your plan, will Yosef end up toppling Leandro p>
A shadow of jealousy flickered in Wyatt’s gaze. “Are you worried about Leandro p>
Amelia looked at him, caught off guard, and a laugh bubbled from her lips. “What are you talking about? Why would I be worried about him p>
“You did save his life all those years ago.” Wyatt’s expression darkened as he said it.
“I was just a girl back then, barely fifteen,” Amelia said earnestly. “I would’ve helped anyone in that situation, Leandro or not p>
“But Leandro has never let go of that matter, has he? The way he clings to your act of kindness… Don’t tell me you’ve never p>
Before Wyatt could finish, Amelia reached out and pressed her hand over his mouth to silence him. To her surprise, he licked her palm lightly with the tip of his tongue, sending a jolt through her. She yanked her hand back quickly.
“Wyatt, you p>
Her words cut off as Wyatt, with a swift, graceful motion, lifted her into the air. The world spun for a heartbeat before she found herself atop him. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she squirmed, trying to rise, but Wyatt’s arm, strong and unyielding, held her in place.
Glaring at him, Amelia said, “Put me down, Wyatt. Right now p>
A roguish grin curved Wyatt’s lips. “Not until you give me a kiss p>
Amelia’s blush deepened and her heart raced. The more time she spent with Wyatt, the more she discovered his commanding, devil-may-care side, a side that both flustered and captivated her.
Knowing resistance was futile, Amelia leaned down, her lips brushing his in a soft, fleeting kiss. “There, now p>
Before Amelia could finish speaking, Wyatt’s hand slid from her waist to the nape of her neck. In one fluid motion he flipped them, pinning her beneath him as he deepened the kiss.
When Wyatt drew back, Amelia’s chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, her eyes flashing a playful reproach. “You broke your promise p>
Wyatt’s mouth curved into a mischievous smile. “Did I? Did I let you down as requested p>
“You—oh!” Amelia began, but a sudden pang stabbed through her abdomen and she went still. Wyatt’s expression changed in an instant; concern etched deep lines across his face. “What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell p>
Amelia remained quiet for a heartbeat, then reached for him, her fingers gentle but urgent. “Wyatt, wait,” she said, steadying her voice. “It moved p>
Confusion clouded Wyatt’s features. “What moved?” he asked, frowning as he tried to understand.
Amelia guided his hand to her stomach with a tender smile. A moment later, a faint, delicate flutter stirred beneath his palm. “Did you feel that?” she whispered, eyes shining with a quiet joy.