บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Vendetta : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Amelia hesitated, her fingers nervously tapping against the screen of her phone. She knew Andrew wouldn't like the answer.She felt her heart rate increase as Andrew's eyes lingered on her phone. She knew he was suspicious and her mind raced as she searched for a believable excuse. In a moment of panic, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind."Uh, it's my dad," she stammered, her voice shaking slightly. "He's been trying to get a hold of me since morning."Amelia's heart sank as Andrew's eyes bore into hers with suspicion and disbelief. She could see that he was still struggling to believe her, and it made her feel even more uneasy.Andrew's eyes narrowed as he looked at Amelia, his expression now more suspicious than before. "Has your dad reached out to you since he sold you to me?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.Amelia's heart sank at his words. She knew that her father had made a deal with Andrew to save their family business, but she didn't think of it as bei

Lila looked at her with a small smile. "I said, this was Andrew's favorite wine when we were dating," she repeated.Amelia felt a knot form in her stomach. "Oh really?" Amelia said, turning back to Lila. "I had no idea."Andrew chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yes, we had a brief romance a few years ago," he explained.Amelia's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but before she could say anything, Lila continued. "He always loved it when I wore something sexy," she said, giving Andrew a playful wink.Andrew chuckled, and Amelia felt a pang of jealousy twist in her chest. It was clear that Lila still had a hold over Andrew, and she didn't know how to compete with that.Amelia, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the situation, took a deep breath and spoke up. "Lila, could you please show me the room?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.Lila paused, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. "Can't you wait just a little longer? We're having a good time here," she

Amelia's heart pounded with anticipation as the doctor approached them, his white coat swishing against the tiled floor. "How is he, doctor?" Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.He gave her a small smile, his face lined with wrinkles that spoke of years of experience. "The surgery was successful," he said, "but he'll need some time to recover."Amelia's heart soared at the news. She had been so afraid that something would go wrong during the surgery, that Andrew wouldn't make it through. But now, knowing that he was going to be okay, she could feel a weight lifting off her shoulders."Thank God," she breathed. "And Andrew? How is he? Can he walk now?" she asked, her eyes shining with hope.The doctor hesitated for a moment before replying. "Well, he's not able to walk yet. But he can stand and take a few steps with assistance."Amelia's smile faltered. "What do you mean? I thought the surgery was supposed to fix everything."He shook his head. "It's a process, Mrs. Reynol

Amelia's eyes widened at Perry's question, caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry. For a moment, she hesitated before answering, her thoughts racing.The silence stretched out for a beat too long as she bristled defensively. "No, of course not. Why would you even ask that?""I just know how you get when you're passionate about something," Perry replied calmly. "If you're not in love with Andrew, why does it bother you so much that Lila was kissing him?" she asked."I don't know," Amelia said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe. But it doesn't matter now, not after what I just saw."Perry's voice held a note of curiosity as she asked, "Why haven't you told Andrew how you feel about him?"Amelia let out a bitter laugh in response to Perry's question. "Honestly, Perry, I don't even know what I feel for Andrew," she said, her voice tinged with frustration."He's always treating me so coldly, and he never misses an opportunity to throw it in my face that he saved my fat

The voice was stern, and it made Amelia's blood boil as it descended down the stairs. She turned towards the stairs and saw her father, Mr. Tate. He stood there with a stern expression on his face, looking down at her with a disapproving glare.Amelia's anger towards her father began to boil inside of her. How could he be so insensitive and uncaring? All he ever cared about was business and money, never taking the time to understand her or her needs. "Amelia, I asked you a question. What are you doing here when your husband is recovering from surgery?"Amelia's anger flared up at her father's words. He had always been more concerned with business and money than with his own family, and she had grown tired of his constant meddling. "I came here to be with my mother, Dad. She had an asthma attack, and she needs me," she said, her voice laced with frustration.Mr. Tate didn't back down, though. "And what about your husband? Didn't he just have surgery? Shouldn't you be with him?"Amel