By six, Amelia had whipped up a six-dish dinner with soup—Chad Felton's favorites, of course.By seven, she'd prepped his bath, complete with rose petals and candles.By eight, his slippers were perfectly lined up by the door.At nine, Chad finally strolled in. Amelia stepped up, taking his suit jacket. "Eat first or bathe?" she asked, setting the slippers in front of him and hanging the jacket."Bathe," he muttered, eyes glued to his phone.Thirty minutes later, he came out in his robe, towel in hand. Amelia passed him his pajamas without a word and rushed to reheat the dinner she'd kept waiting.Chad, used to her quiet service, barely looked her way. In a good mood tonight, he stayed fixated on his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips as he typed.Amelia's eyes flicked to his screen, catching the name 'Irina.' Her expression wavered for a split second, but she quickly looked away and kept moving.Her own phone buzzed. It was Miranda. With a sigh, she picked up."Amelia,
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