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Chapter 6:
At the Morrison residence.
After lunch, Jaxton would usually rush to leave with Amelia. But today was different—he stayed.
Just then, Laura said, “There’s a business banquet tonight on the east side of Kretol. The Stewart family is behind it, and rumor has it Mr. Wyatt Stewart arranged everything himself. Jaxton, you should bring Amelia to attend. Our family’s influence may not match the Stewarts’, but it’s a great opportunity for us. If Mr. Stewart shows up, it could be your chance to make a valuable connection p>
Hearing about the banquet made Amelia hesitate, a protest rising in her chest. Yet the mention of that man changed everything, compelling her to nod in agreement. After all, the person Laura had just mentioned was the man she was about to marry.
Not long after, Jaxton and Amelia climbed into his car, ready to leave. An unexpected ring cut through the quiet; Dayna was calling Jaxton. Without shame, he answered, making no effort to hide it from Amelia. Their flirty exchange filled the car, making Amelia feel a pang of discomfort.
“Pull over. Now p>
Amelia’s sudden command startled the driver, who instinctively stomped the brakes. Tires shrieked, and Jaxton, caught mid-conversation, accidentally let his phone slip from his grasp.
Amelia wasted no time; as soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and stepped out. Shock registered on Jaxton’s face. He leaned out, irritation clear in his voice. “Amelia, what’s wrong with you? You p>
Before he could finish, Amelia headed straight for the nearest bus stop, never once looking back. Jaxton could only watch her walk away, disbelief written across his features. Even the driver blinked in confusion. This had never happened before. He glanced at Jaxton through the rearview mirror and cautiously asked, “Mr p>
𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯
“Morrison, should I p>
“Drive!” Jaxton interjected coldly.
With a quick nod, the driver pressed the pedal, saying nothing more. Jaxton flashed Amelia a derisive smirk as his car swept past her. If she insisted on taking public transport, he would gladly let her have her way.
Ignoring Jaxton’s petty exit, Amelia kept her gaze steady ahead. She would rather endure the cramped ride on a city bus than spend another suffocating minute with him.
Yet she had waited only a few minutes before a sleek, silver-gray luxury vehicle glided to a stop nearby. When the tinted back window rolled down, Wyatt’s striking features appeared. His driver approached Amelia respectfully and said, “Miss Flynn, Mr. Stewart wants you to join him in the car p>
Sliding into the elegant interior, Amelia felt her heartbeat quicken. This was her second meeting with Wyatt. He wasn’t just any man; he was the heir to one of Kretol’s most powerful families—and her soon-to-be husband. No matter how she tried to make sense of it, everything about this situation felt unreal.