Chapter 11

Davin's hand shot out, stopping Carlee before she could even reach Wyatt.

Wyatt wasted no time, already carrying Amelia into the elevator.

When the doors slid shut, Carlee's eyes shimmered with tears. Everything felt as though it was collapsing around her.

Davin, perhaps moved by the sadness etched across her face, softened his tone as he said to her, "There's no need to worry. Mr. Stewart will take care of Miss Flynn."

"I don't need him to take care of her. I can watch over my own friend!" Carlee snapped,her voice sharp even though she knew that Davin worked for a powerful man.

Davin shrugged off her words without a second thought. After releasing Carlee, he turned to wait for the elevator to follow Wyatt.

In the underground parking lot.

Davin arrived in time to see Wyatt carefully settle Amelia inside his car. He couldn't hide his surprise.

For five years, Davin had worked with Wyatt and understood better than most that the man had a notorious obsession with cleanliness.Hardly anyone, no matter how familiar, had ever riddenin Wyatt's car,much less someone who was drunk.

Yet Amelia, wo was drunk, had not only gotten into Wyatt's car but was also nestled in his arms now.

Amelia hadn't been this drunk in a long while. Her head throbbed, and the world spun, but a clean, cool scent drifted over her and helped her relax, drawing her closer to it.

Looking down, Wyatt noticed how Amelia clung to him. A flash of surprise flickered in his eyes, replaced almost instantly with a gentleness. Davin, watching the scene as he got closer, couldn't hide his astonishment at Wyatt's sudden tenderness.Still, he steadied himself and said, "Mr. Stewart, Mr. Jenkins is still waiting for you in the private room.ShouldI-"

"Call Marc. Tell him to meet me at Hillside Villa quickly," Wyatt said before Davin could finish, waving the driver to start the car.

That instruction sent a jolt through Davin. He remembered all too well the threats Wyatt had faced in the past. He thought that Wyatt was feeling unwell after being drugged or something; that was why he had asked him to call Marc over. Wasting no time, he dialed Marc's number. "Mr. Chapman, something happened to Mr. Stewart. Head to Hillside Vila now!"

Hillside Villa stretched across a hill on the eastern edge of Kretol, its grounds sprawling far and wide.

Automatic gates swung open as Wyatt's car rolled to a stop at the entrance.

Hearing the car, Kurt Lewis hurried out to greet Wyatt and opened the car door. "Mr. Stewart... Who is this young woman?"

Having served the Stewart family for decades, Kurt had practically watched Wyatt grow up.

Most people never dared to ask Wyatt personal questions, but Kurt could get away with it every now and then.

Wyatt ignored the question and told Kurt to have thestaff prepare the east master bedroom.

Kurt,thrilled by the news, dashed back into the house. He wanted to tell Wyatt's mother that her son had finally brought someone home and that she no longer needed to worry about his marriage issues.

Meanwhile, Wyatt climbed the stairs with Amelia resting quietly in his arms. He set her down on the bed with care, not waking her up.

He reached for the blanket, but before he could pull it over her, the door burst open with a bang. "Why did you call me over in such a panic? Did you get hurt? You-" Marc, out of breath and still wearing his doctor's coat, hurried in. The wordsfroze on his tongue when he saw Amelia.

"She's had too much to drink tonight. Could you check on her?" Wyatt said.

Marc felt both resigned and angry. "So let me get this straight, you called me here just to check on Amelia?"

Wyatt didn't get the chance to explain. Marc continued, "Do you know that I just finished a surgery. The moment I heard something might've happened to you, I hurried over. And now, you're telling me it's only to check on someone drunk. You are so-"

"That research project of yours could use funding, right? I'll wire one hundred million.If things go well,there might be more," said Wyatt from the sofa, breaking into Marc's rant before he could finish speaking.

That promise of investment made Marc's annoyance melt away, and his eyes lit up. Still, he paused as he glanced over at Amelia lying on the bed. "Most of my equipment comes from overseas. A hundred million is just the start. Could you give me more... No, never mind. I'll make it work. I shouldn't complain."

With one stern look from Wyatt, Marc immediately bit back any further protest.

Then,he made his way to Amelia's side. While he listened to her breathing, his eyes sparkled with interest."Honestly, Miss Flynn looks just fine to me."

After he finished speaking, Marc packed his things and prepared to leave. Wyatt, still settled on the sofa,watched this with a hint of surprise.

Suddenly,Wyatt realized something, and he found himself glancing at Amelia.

Amelia, even though she kept her eyes shut, could feel someone watching her. Warmth spread across her face as she lay there, perfectly still.

Marc couldn't help but chuckle at the scene, sharing a quick look with Wyatt before he stepped out of the room.

Silence enveloped the room, and Amelia lay rigid on the bed.

She had regained consciousness when Kurt spoke earlier, but she did notdare open her eyes. Her mind raced. She'd been out drinking with Carlee. Why was she here with Wyatt now?

How could Wyatt have caught her in such a drunken state?

Now,she was at a loss as to how to face Wyatt.

Would he change his mind about marrying her? Maybe seeing her like this would make him reconsider the matter.

While she wrestled with her thoughts, a gentle laugh filled the room. "You're not fooling anyone. I know you're awake. Why not just open your eyes?" Wyatt said.