Chapter 569

Chapter 569:

Water spilled violently from Wyatt’s palms, scattering across Amelia’s gown in a spray that darkened the delicate fabric. Were it not for the unshaken calm carved across Wyatt’s face, Amelia would have been certain he had splattered her intentionally.

With impatience, Amelia snatched a bathrobe from the side and, her voice edged with fury, said to Wyatt, “Stand up first p>

Wyatt rose at once, his movement measured and without resistance. As droplets slid in ceaseless rivulets down his form, Amelia swiftly drew the robe around him, her motions hurried. Her soaked dress clung stubbornly to her body, making her uncomfortable. Tilting her head up toward Wyatt, she said in a clipped tone, “I need to shower p>

When Wyatt stepped out of the bathroom, Amelia’s fingers reached for the zipper at her side. Just as the dress began to loosen, the door was pushed open.

Amelia’s eyes blazed at Wyatt’s return. “Why did you come back? Get out p>

Unmoved by her anger, Wyatt replied in a steady voice, “To repay you properly, I should help with your shower, too p>

“I don’t need your help!” Amelia shot back, her temper rising.

“I believe you do.” Without hesitation, Wyatt closed the distance. Before Amelia could protest further, his hand reached upward, twisting the handle, and the shower roared to life. Water cascaded over them, drenching Amelia in an instant.

The same downpour seeped through Wyatt’s robe, weighing it against him. It was then Amelia saw the sharp clarity in his gaze and understood everything—there was not a trace of intoxication in him.

𝗝𝘰in 𝗼ur 𝘤𝘰m𝗺𝗎ni𝘁𝗒 𝘰ո

“You’re not drunk!” she exclaimed.

Wyatt pressed a kiss to her lips, his laugh low and warm. “No. I’m not drunk p>

The following morning.

“Kelsey, we’ve been thinking that Shepard’s wedding with you should be held in a month’s time. What do you say p>

Danielle’s eagerness was evident—she longed for the marriage to bring her a grandchild quickly. Had she not worried about Kelsey’s ability to handle everything, she might have pushed for the ceremony to take place tomorrow.

Kelsey had journeyed to Hans to confirm the wedding date. Though a month felt hurried, careful planning could make it possible. With quiet composure she nodded. “That works p>

With time settled, the question of location loomed. Since Shepard was the heir of the Chadwick family, his wedding was expected to be held in Hans, yet Kelsey’s parents wished for the ceremony to be held in Kretol. This left Shepard and Kelsey in a dilemma.

“How about this?” Amelia said, noticing the heavy silence and smiling. “Why not hold two ceremonies? One in each place, and everyone will be happy.” Her suggestion ignited a spark in Kelsey’s eyes. Though Kelsey secretly favored Kretol, she knew she couldn’t think only of herself. Two ceremonies would honor both sides equally.

Turning warmly to Weston and Danielle, Kelsey asked, “Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick, what do you think p>

They answered in unison, “Yes, let’s do that p>

With both the date and the locations finalized, Kelsey and Shepard finally relaxed. Weston, thoughtful, then turned to Amelia. “Before Shepard’s wedding, there’s a matter I need to speak with you about p>

Amelia, puzzled, met his gaze. “What is it p>

“I intend to host a grand banquet to officially reveal your identity,” Weston declared.

Outside the Chadwick family, no one in Hans knew Amelia’s true parentage. Many in high society still mistakenly believed Brielle was Weston’s daughter. That falsehood gnawed at Weston; he longed to announce Amelia as his daughter soon.

Once the banquet was held, it would mark Amelia’s official return to the Chadwick family. Privilege came with wealth, but so did endless trouble. The thought made Amelia uneasy, yet she knew resistance would be futile.

“I have no objections. Dad, I’ll leave the preparations to you and Danielle. Thank you,” she said.

“We are family; there’s no need to thank us,” Weston replied.

Fearing she might change her mind, he scheduled the banquet for three days later. Amelia, who had planned to return to Kretol after the wedding discussions, now had to stay in Hans longer with Wyatt.

“Amelia, shall we go to Simgan for a couple of days?” Shepard suggested.

Since Weston and Danielle were handling the arrangements, Amelia had no pressing tasks. Shepard’s idea sounded refreshing, and she agreed.

Simgan lay only a short distance from Hans, so they decided to drive. When Weldon learned of the plan, he insisted on joining them, turning their small group of four into five.

Pressed for time, they departed Hans that very afternoon and reached Simgan just as dusk painted the horizon. The city radiated a graceful, traditional charm—its architecture poised and elegant, its food culture rich with appeal. As the lights came on, the water-town scenery left a lasting impression on Amelia and the others.

Shepard had booked a hotel in the city center, its tall windows framing the glittering panorama of lights. Amelia stood by the glass, lost in the view, until Wyatt stepped close and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Do you like it here?” he asked softly.