"Am I the only man to see your bare body?" Andrew asked again.Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She felt a sudden jolt of surprise wondering why he asked the question again. The question caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted it. Did he suspect something? Did he know about Henry?For a moment, she hesitated before answering, "Yes, Andrew. You're the only one," she said, hoping her voice didn't betray her nervousness.But as she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but intensity and desire. She took a deep breath.Andrew wheeled his chair closer to her, and she felt his hands on her bare skin as he squeezed her ass. She was taken aback by his sudden intimacy and didn't know how to react. "Get dressed," he said, his voice gruff.Confused by his sudden change of mood, Amelia bent down to pick up her robe and walked towards her closet. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but she didn't want to push him for answers.She made her way to t
Andrew sat in the room, his eyes fixed on Amelia as she stood nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. The air was thick with tension, and he could sense her unease. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Amelia jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. She hesitated for a moment, then made her way over to the door and opened it.Andrew watched as she opened the door and saw Nanny Grace standing on the other side."Good morning, Amelia," she said. "How's Andrew doing?"Amelia smiled, opening the door to let her inside. "He's doing well," she said.Nanny Grace nodded, her eyes warm as she made her way over to Andrew's bedside. She bent down beside his wheelchair, her hand reaching out to take his. "And how are you, Andrew?" she asked, her voice soft.Andrew's eyes lit up at the sight of Nanny Grace. She was the one person he trusted implicitly, the one constant in his life since he was a child. "I'm good, Nana," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Just taking it one day
Detective Stone looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. "I understand how you feel, Mr Reynolds," he said. "But you need to be patient. We'll find the person responsible, I promise you that."With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Andrew alone once again. Andrew slumped back in his wheelchair, his frustration and anger boiling inside him. Detective Stone stepped out of Andrew's room, the weight of the investigation heavy on his shoulders.As he turned to make his way downstairs, he spotted Amelia standing outside the room. She looked worried, and Stone could sense her unease. He gave her a small nod and a polite goodbye before continuing down the hall.Amelia took a deep breath before entering Andrew's room. She could hear him moving around in his wheelchair inside, and she knew that he was in a foul mood. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should even bother asking about the investigation. But she knew that she had to try."Andrew?" she called out, stepping
The tension in the air was thick, and neither of them spoke for a long moment.Finally, Henry cleared his throat. "Amelia, I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and regretful. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just want you back."Amelia's eyes narrowed. "You want me back?" she spat. "After everything you've done? After the way you've betrayed me?"Henry winced, looking down at the floor. "I know I messed up," he said. "But I love you, Amelia. I always have. And I'll do anything to make things right."Amelia shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger. "You can't make things right, Henry," she said. "You can't unring the bell. You can't take back what has already been done."Henry stepped forward, reaching out to touch her arm. Amelia jerked away from him, her jaw set stubbornly.Amelia left the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Henry's eyes on her back as she walked away, but she refused to turn around. She climbed the stairs, her footsteps echoing in
Amelia's heart lifted as she arrived at Perry's house. It had been far too long since she had seen her friend, and she was looking forward to catching up. Since her marriage to Andrew, Amelia had lost touch with Perry. Perry had always been a constant presence in her life.She stepped down from the car and walked up to the door, her spirits lifting with every step. When she knocked, she could hear the excitement in Perry's voice as she called out from inside."Ame! It's so good to see you!" Perry exclaimed as she flung the door open, pulling Amelia into a tight embrace.Amelia hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It was good to be back with someone who truly cared about her, someone who didn't have an agenda or a hidden motive.As they pulled away from each other, Perry looked at Amelia with concern."How have you been? What's it like being a billionaire's wife?" she asked, a playful grin on her face.Amelia couldn't help but smile at her friend's playful banter,
Amelia hesitated for a moment before answering. "It was... nice. I mean, he's a good kisser," she said, feeling her face turn even redder.Perry laughed. "Well, that's something. Maybe you two will eventually fall in love," she said, teasingly.Amelia rolled her eyes, but deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if that was even a possibility.Amelia took a deep breath and looked into Perry's eyes. "There's something about Andrew," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that makes my heart beat fast whenever he touches me."Perry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really?" she asked, a mischievous grin on her face. "I never took you for the type to get all swoony over a guy."Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. "I'm serious, Perry. I didn't even feel that way when I was with Henry."Perry's expression softened, and she reached over to place a hand on Amelia's arm. "Hey, it's okay," she said gently. "It's normal to feel that way. You're marri
Amelia stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. She felt relieved after talking to Perry and going out to clear her head. The pressure of living in Andrew's mansion was suffocating her, and she needed some time to herself.She made her way up the marble steps and through the grand entrance. As she walked through the familiar halls of the mansion, she hesitated for a moment, dreading the thought of going back inside. She knew what was waiting for her: Andrew's stern face.She took a deep breath before opening the door to Andrew's room. As she stepped inside, her eyes were drawn to Andrew, who sat in his wheelchair, his piercing gaze fixed upon her."Why did it take you so long to return?" Andrew asked, his voice cold and accusing.Amelia swallowed hard. "I lost track of time.""Did you go somewhere else before Perry's house?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.Amelia felt her discomfort growing as Andrew continued to question her. She shifted
Amelia stood in Andrew's room, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She could feel Andrew's piercing gaze on her, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Andrew studied her for a long moment, his eyes cold and hard. "How did you know it belonged to Henry?" he demanded.Amelia could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She knew that Andrew was onto her, and she had to come up with a better excuse. "I... I didn't know it was his," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.She had given that bracelet to Henry months ago, back when they were still together. How had it ended up here, in Andrew's room?Amelia's mind raced. She couldn't tell Andrew the truth about the bracelet, not when it would only make him angrier. "I... I saw it on him once," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I recognized it.""Are you sure?" Andrew asked as he looked at her directly. His voice was firm.Amelia bit her lip, feeling a sense of panic rising in her chest. "I don't k