Chapter 567

Chapter 567:

Amelia smiled and nodded. “I love it, Danielle. Thank you p>

Danielle let out a quiet breath of relief at that.

She couldn’t deny having some doubts about Amelia because of Katrina, but deep down, she knew Amelia was innocent in all of it. Since Amelia’s return to the Chadwick family, Danielle had gone out of her way to treat her kindly, and with time, those doubts faded.

Truth be told, Amelia was far better than Brielle.

Instead of giving Amelia Brielle’s old room, the Chadwick family had prepared a brand-new bedroom just for her. The style of the room even echoed her place back in Kretol—no doubt Weldon had a hand in that.

Surrounded by familiar touches, Amelia felt her heart settle.

𝘑𝗼𝗶𝗇 𝘁𝗵𝗈𝗎𝘀𝘢𝗻𝘥s 𝗈f 𝖿a𝗇𝘀 о𝗻

As she was looking around, Wyatt slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Amelia, I’m feeling a little dizzy,” he murmured.

Amelia blinked in surprise. Wyatt had seemed perfectly steady at dinner, so she had assumed he could handle his liquor. But now, it was clear he had just been pretending.

Seeing his usually composed face tinged red, Amelia couldn’t help but laugh.

“And here I thought you could handle your liquor. Turns out you’re such a lightweight p>

Wyatt said nothing, only gazing at her with unnervingly clear eyes despite the haze of alcohol.

The moment their gazes locked, Amelia caught her own reflection in his eyes and felt her pulse stumble. Flustered, she turned away.

“It’s late. Go shower,” she said.

Obediently, Wyatt walked toward the bathroom.

Believing he could manage to shower on his own, Amelia shut the bathroom door for him—only to hear a sudden crash.

“Wyatt?” Amelia’s voice tightened with alarm.

She called his name several times, but only silence answered her.

At last, she pushed the door open. The sight stopped her cold. Toiletries were scattered across the floor, Wyatt’s shirt half undone, his hair plastered to his forehead. The black silk shirt clung to him, damp and heavy, as he sat slumped in the bathtub.

It wasn’t the first time Amelia had seen Wyatt’s body, but never like this.

“Wyatt?” she called softly.

At the sound of her voice, Wyatt lifted his head. Droplets slid from his chin, trailing down his chest. The sight made Amelia’s throat tighten, and she swallowed hard.

“I feel weak,” Wyatt murmured. “Could you help me bathe p>

Amelia hesitated, uncertain whether Wyatt was truly drunk or just putting on an act. Still, she gave a small nod. “Alright p>

The moment the word left her lips, Wyatt rose to his feet. His movements were steady; he didn’t seem drunk at all. Suspicion flickered across Amelia’s face.

“Are you really drunk or just pretending? Can’t you even manage to take off your clothes on your own p>

“I don’t have the strength,” Wyatt said, lowering his gaze.