Chapter 85

After parking, Davin quietly exited the vehicle bt left the rear doors closed. With a hushed tone, he called back, "We've arrived."

Heat flooded Amelia's cheeks as she realized others were nearby, making her lower her voice. "Let go of me."

Wyatt's arm still circled her waist with a firm grip-without his cooperation,getting up was impossible for her.

Sensing her unease and not wanting to push his luck,Wyatt finally relented, carefully guiding her upright.

They took a moment in their seats to fix their clothes and steady themselves. When they were about to get out of the car, Wyatt reached out, offering his hand to Amelia. They stepped out together.

What lay before them was a breathtaking tapestry of color-flower fields unfurled across the hillsides, so strikingly beautiful that it made tears prick Amelia's eyes.

Memories tugged at her. She'd visited this spot before. Back then, blossoms had also carpeted the land,though nothing as expansive as now.

When she turned sixteen, Katrina had gifted her this very hillside, buying the land and filling it with flowers for her birthday.

Yet, three years ago, after Katrina's illness, flames had swept through and destroyed every last bloom. Since that day, Amelia had never returned.

She had never imagined anyone could recreate the past from the ashes.

Could all of this truly be for her?

Wyatt never took his gaze off Amelia after getting out of the car, tracking every flicker of emotion on her face.

He'd wanted to bring her here on May 5th,but patience had deserted him-this surprise couldn't wait.

For most of his life, he never bothered with elaborate gifts. Marc's ideas about what women liked had seemed useless, except the part about flowers-there was something about them that lingered with him.

His own quiet investigation had uncovered the truth about the fire-the Flynn family was to blame for the destruction three years ago. Wyatt's voice was gentle as he asked, "Do you like the flowers,Amelia?"

His nerves were clear in the way his gaze flickered, as if he was worried he'd gotten everything wrong.

This land, once reduced to blackened earth by the fire three years ago, had been painstakingly brought back to life. Wyatt had overseen every detail, flying in rare blossoms from distant countries.

Carried on a gentle wind, the fragrance of thousands of flowers swept over them. Without warning,Amelia turned and threw her arms around Wyatt in a grateful,silent embrace.

That simple gesture lit up Wyatt's whole face.He Laced his fingers through hers and guided her down a path between the blooms. "Come with me-I want to show you something else."

A short stroll brought them to a rustic little cabin tucked at the edge of the field.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the colorful landscape outside, letting them soak in the view even from the comfort of a warm couch. The cabin was well-equipped, and the fridge in the kitchen was stocked with various ingredients.

Seeing this haven, Amelia felt a sense of peace she hadn't known in years. Old hurts faded into the background, leaving only the serenity of this quiet escape with Wyatt.

Their private bubble lasted until Davin arrived,ushering in Sanford in his spotless chef's whites.At the sight of the celebrated chef, Amelia stood up to greet him with a bright smile.

Sanford greeted them warmly and said,"Congratulations to both of you. Wishing you a marriage full of joy and laughter."

Even after all the well-wishes she'd received, Amelia still offered Sanford her sincere gratitude.

Turning from Amelia to Wyatt, Sanford grinned."I won't charge you for cooking today. Think of this Lunch as my little wedding present to you both."

Wyatt,not missing a beat,played at being dissatisfied."Only lunch? That's it for such an important day?"

Sanford just shrugged off his words, not wanting to argue with Wyatt on such a joyous day. His culinary skills were among the best in the country, and not everyone could invite him to prepare a meal.

Sanford put his talents to work, filling the table with beautiful dishes from Wyatt's carefully chosen menu -every one of them a favorite of Amelia's. Once the meal was set, Sanford made his exit with a cheerful farewell, wanting to give the couple privacy Davin trailed after him, also leaving.

Quiet settled back over the cabin, leaving Wyatt and Amelia alone.

"You sit here. I'lI go get something," Wyatt said,drawing out a chair for Amelia before disappearing into the kitchen. He returned moments later, carrying a bottle of wine.

The sight of it sent Amelia's mind spinning with thoughts.

Why bring out wine now? Was he expecting her to drink with him? Should she? What if she ended up tipsy or worse?

Her train of thought broke when Wyatt set a glass of wine in front of her.

The red liquid caught the light, and a gentle aroma rose from the glass, making it hard for Amelia to resist.

Wyatt noticed her expression and smiled. "Today's special-we just got our marriage registered. It calls for a little celebration. It's only low-alcohol wine, so you don't have to worry about it being too strong." Relief flooded through Amelia as she realized she had overthought everything.

He simply wanted to share a toast with her to mark the day.

Lifting his glass in invitation, Wyatt waited for her to do the same. Amelia quickly clinked her glass with his,the crisp sound filling the room.

Joy sparkled in Wyatt's eyes, their depth reflecting just how much this moment meant to him.

He alone understood how long he'd dreamed of this day. Now, at last,she was truly his.

Moved by the happiness in his gaze, Amelia broke into a bright smnile.