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Chapter 9:

She gestured toward the circle of business leaders clustered nearby. After another glance in Amelia’s direction, Jaxton let himself be led away by Dayna.

Settling alone into a quiet corner, Amelia let herself breathe freely for the first time that evening.

“Good evening, Miss Flynn p>

A young man approached just as Amelia reached for a drink, catching her off guard.

She looked at him, puzzled. She didn’t know who he was.

Returning her gaze with professional courtesy, Davin Kirk introduced himself, saying, “I’m Mr. Stewart’s assistant. Mr. Stewart wants to see you p>

Wyatt’s boldness surprised Amelia, but after a brief pause, she agreed and rose to follow Davin out. Stopping at the lounge entrance, Davin pulled the door open for Amelia and then left.

𝘋оո’𝗍 m𝘪𝗌ѕ 𝗻𝗲𝘸 𝘳е𝘭𝘦𝗮sе𝘀 о𝗻 𝗴𝘢𝗅ոo𝗏е𝗹s.𝘤𝗼m

Lifting her gown slightly, Amelia entered the room. A tall figure by the window turned around to face her. Wyatt’s eyes lit with quiet amazement as Amelia stepped into the room.

“You look stunning in that dress p>

“Thank you for giving me this dress, Mr. Stewart,” Amelia replied awkwardly after a long silence.

Raising an eyebrow, Wyatt walked over and stopped just in front of her. “You know, given our relationship, there’s no need for you to thank me p>

Amelia blinked in confusion. Their relationship?

“We are about to get married, aren’t we?” Wyatt said, sensing her confusion.

Part of Amelia wanted to remind him she was still, officially, engaged to Jaxton. Yet, as she held his steady gaze, all she managed to say was, “Mr. Stewart, why did you ask me to come here p>

“Give me your hand p>

“What?” Amelia was puzzled by Wyatt’s request. If she didn’t know her hearing was fine, she might have thought she had misheard him.

“Your hand, Amelia p>

She offered her left hand as requested. As soon as she did, he held it. Despite his cold expression, his touch radiated unexpected warmth. Suddenly, something cool slipped onto her finger—a silver ring, delicate and elegant.

She stared at the ring—the same one he had shown her earlier that day. Her gaze stayed fixed on it, and she was rooted to the spot. Without realizing it, she found herself looking at Wyatt’s left hand. His ring finger bore no band.

Suddenly, another ring was handed to her, and Wyatt extended his hand. “Put this one on my finger for me p>

“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate, Mr. Stewart p>