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
Henry and Amelia hesitated outside of Andrew's bedroom door, taking a deep breath, before Henry rapped his knuckles against the wood. The door swung open with a creak, revealing Andrew sitting on his wheelchair with his eyes blazing.They exchanged a look of confusion as they stepped into Andrew's room. The air was thick with tension, and Andrew's face was twisted with anger."Murderer," Andrew hissed, the word biting through the air like a venomous snake.Henry felt the weight of the accusation settle heavily on his shoulders."Murder? What are you talking about, Andrew?" Henry asked, his voice laced with concern.Andrew looked up at Henry, his eyes blazing with accusation. "Don't play dumb, Henry. You know what you did."Amelia stood in the middle of Andrew's room, her eyes darting between Andrew and Henry. Confusion etched across her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation."What are you talking about, Andrew?" she asked, her voice quivering with uncertainty.Andrew's
Amelia walked out of the room, leaving Andrew and Henry. She could feel the hurt and confusion swirling inside her. As she made her way down the hallway, she could hear Andrew and Henry's voices growing fainter behind her. She tried to shake off the feelings of anger and betrayal that were welling up inside her, but they clung to her like a heavy weight.How could Andrew treat her like that? She was only in this marriage because of her father."Listen to me, Andrew," Henry said, his voice low and urgent. "You need to tell Detective Stone to look deeper. I have nothing to do with your accident."Henry couldn't stand to be in that room with Andrew any longer. The tension was suffocating, and he needed to get out before he lost his temper.He followed Amelia out of the room, his heart heavy with worry. She was upset, he could tell, and he hated to see her that way."Amelia," he called out as he caught up to her in the kitchen. "Are you okay?"She turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed
"Amelia? Are you okay?"She turned to see Alexander standing in the doorway, concern etched on his face. His piercing blue eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress.Amelia's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Are you sure? You seem a little off."Amelia shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing, really. Just lost in thought, I guess."Alexander studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Okay. Well, I actually came to see Andrew. I have some documents to give him now that he's awake."Amelia felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Oh, of course. He's upstairs, if you want to go see him.""Thanks," Alexander said with a smile. "How has he been doing?""He's doing okay, I guess. He's just been... there, you know? Sometimes I don't just understand him."Alexander nodded sympathetically. "It must be tough. But you'll get used to it."Before Amelia
Nanny Grace placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "I know, my dear," she said. "But sometimes, a small gesture of kindness can go a long way. And I think Andrew could use a little kindness right now."Amelia hesitated, her mind racing as she considered her options. She knew that Nanny Grace was right, that Andrew would appreciate the tea and that it might help to ease the tension between them. But the thought of facing him now, after the way he had spoken to her earlier, made her feel sick to her stomach.Amelia nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Fiiine," she said, "I'll take the tea up to him."As she made her way up the stairs, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She knew that Andrew was proud, and she wasn't sure how he would react to her presence. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the soothing aroma of the tea and the warmth of the cup in her hands.As she reached the top of the stairs
Andrew's words made Amelia shiver through her spine like she was walking on ice. The intensity of his gaze and the commanding tone of his voice had caught her off guard, but at the same time, it had made her heart race with anticipation.She took a deep breath, feeling her heart racing as she tried to bring the words out of her mouth. "I...I have my eyes only on you, Andrew," she said, her voice shaky. Andrew looked at Amelia with a small smile on his lips, his eyes searching hers. "Do you believe yourself?" he asked.Amelia furrowed her brows, unsure of what he meant. "Believe myself?" she repeated.Andrew nodded, his expression serious. "Do you believe what you just said?" he asked. "That you only have eyes for me?"Amelia's thoughts were racing as she stood there looking at Andrew. She couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused by his behavior."Why are you doing this, Andrew?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don't understand you. Will I ever be able to pleas
Amelia stood outside the airport, her breath fogging up in the cool morning air. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, her nerves jangling inside her. Andrew was beside her, sitting in his wheelchair, flanked by one of his bodyguards who pushed him forward. She kept her eyes fixed on the private jet parked at the tarmac.Despite the early hour, the airport was bustling with activity, and Amelia felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had never been on a private jet before.As they made their way towards the jet, Andrew's bodyguard kept up a steady pace, and Amelia had to jog to keep up. She could feel the cool morning air on her face, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.Once they reached the jet, Andrew's bodyguard helped him board, and Amelia followed close behind. As she stepped inside, she was struck by the luxurious interior of the plane. Plush leather seats lined the cabin, and the soft hum of the engines filled the air.Andrew settled into his sea