Chapter 91

Amelia's breath caught in her throat, a knot of fear tightening in her stomach. She glanced around the room, aware of the curious gazes of the guests on her.

She gently shifted her arm from Andrew's grip, her eyes flickering with defiance. She walked over to the nearest chair and sat down, her eyes locked on Andrew's.

He approached her, his expression unreadable. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Good," he murmured, his grip tightening around her shoulders. "You know how to behave."

Amelia felt a surge of anger rise in her chest, but she forced it back down. She didn't want to create a scene, not in front of his business associates.

She poured herself another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, relishing the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her veins.

Andrew looked at her, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "I thought you don't drink," he said, his tone almost mocking.

"Not when I have an annoying and controlling husband," she replied, her voi