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Chapter 166– Auntie’s Advice
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While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 168 – The Return of Dr. Marks
Amelia’s POVI wasn’t expecting anyone. Ethan had texted an hour ago saying he’d be late, something about cleaning up a mess Ryan left at the office. The apartment was too quiet, so I had Netflix playing just for background noise while I half-dozed on the couch.Then the doorbell rang.I frowned, pushing myself up. It was late and definitely way too late for deliveries. My first thought was Ethan forgot his key. My second thought was worse. Leo.I padded to the door, barefoot, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. When I opened it, my stomach dropped.“Dr. Marks?”He stood there in the hallway, hands shoved into his coat pockets. He looked… different. Thinner, hair unkempt, eyes darting around like he hadn’t slept in days. His tie was crooked, his shirt wrinkled like he’d pulled it from the bottom of a suitcase.“Amelia,” he said with a short laugh, like he wasn’t sure it was my name. “You look… well. You look alive.”I gripped the edge of the door. “Where have you been? You disappear
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 167– Pickles and Ice Cream
(Amelia’s POV)It was almost three in the morning when my stomach decided to revolt against me. I woke up with a craving so bizarre that even I laughed out loud in the dark.Pickles. And vanilla ice cream. Together.I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, debating whether I should just drink some water and try to ignore it. But then I imagined the crunch of a pickle dunked into soft ice cream, and suddenly water wasn’t going to cut it.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, tiptoeing toward the kitchen.“Where are you going?” Ethan’s groggy voice startled me.I spun around. He was sitting up, hair sticking out like a scarecrow’s, rubbing at his face. His tie from last night was still draped over the lamp where he’d tossed it.“Nothing,” I whispered. “Go back to sleep.”“Nothing? You’re creeping around at three A.M. like a burglar.” He squinted at me. “You’re not leaving me for another man, are you?”“Not unless that man is a jar of pickles,” I said.That woke him up a l
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 166– Auntie’s Advice
Sienna’s POVI kicked off my heels the second I stepped into Veronica’s penthouse. Well, Ethan's father's…along with the estate, she also got most of his properties.The place smelled like expensive perfume and fresh lilies, like always. She had a taste for making every room feel like a showroom instead of a home.She didn’t even look up when I stormed in. Just sat on her cream sofa with a glass of wine, scrolling her phone.“Seriously?” I snapped. “I texted you three times. This is important.”Veronica sighed, finally setting the phone aside. “Everything’s important to you, darling. Sit down.”“I don’t want to sit down.” My voice cracked, more desperate than I liked. “I need your help.”That got her attention. She leaned back, one leg crossing elegantly over the other. “With what, exactly?”“Ethan,” I said.Her lips curved in that knowing way I hated. “Ah. Of course.”I paced, running my fingers through my hair. “He won’t even look at me anymore. Not the way he used to. She’s got him
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 165 – The Truth
Amelia’s POV"tell me, Amelia...who?"Ethan’s hand closed around mine, gentle but firm, holding my wrist up in the low light.The bruise was angry now, blooming dark against my skin. His jaw tightened as he stared at it.“Who did this to you?” he asked again, quieter this time, but sharper.My throat dried up. For a second, I thought about lying. Pretending I’d slipped, or hit it against something. But the way he was looking at me—I couldn’t.I pulled my hand back and stepped away from the railing. “We should sit.”“Amelia.”“Please,” I whispered.We sat on one of the lounge chairs tucked into the balcony corner. My hands twisted in my lap, my chest tight. He was still watching me, waiting, his face set in stone.“It was him,” I said finally. “Leo.”The name seemed to freeze the air between us. Ethan didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Just stared at me.“He found me today when I went for a walk,” I went on. “He wanted to talk. I tried to leave. He grabbed me.” I lifted my wrist again, forci
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 164 – The Party
(Ethan’s POV)Ryan had called three times in a row before I finally picked up.“Don’t pretend you forgot,” he said. “It’s my birthday. You and Amelia are coming.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Ryan, the last time we were in the same room we nearly killed each other.”He chuckled like that wasn’t true. “That’s family tradition. Look, I booked out the top floor of the club. Open bar. Music. Everyone will be there. Don’t make me send Veronica to drag you.”Amelia was across the room, folding laundry. She raised her eyebrows when I mouthed birthday party?She shrugged. “We should go.”So we went.****The private club was already buzzing when we arrived. Music thumped from the upper level, expensive perfume mixed with whiskey in the air. I guided Amelia through the crowd with a hand on her back. She looked incredible in a dark green dress that hugged her figure. Too incredible, if I’m honest.Ryan spotted us first, already holding a drink. “There he is! My big brother finally shows up
While Marrying Mr. Steele Chapter 163– The Wrist
(Amelia’s POV)I’d been climbing the walls inside the penthouse. Ethan meant well, always telling me to “rest” like I was made of glass, but I couldn’t take another hour lying on the couch watching the news cycle chew us up. So I pulled on leggings, a hoodie, and sneakers, and went for a walk. Nothing dramatic, just a slow loop around the block to feel like a person again.I was halfway past a row of little cafés when a voice stopped me.“Amelia.”I knew it before I even turned. My stomach sank, like it always did when I heard him.Leo.He stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, dressed down in jeans and a leather jacket. He could’ve passed for any regular guy, if you didn’t know the history. If you didn’t know the damage.“What do you want?” I asked, already bracing.“Just to talk.” He stepped closer. “Why haven’t you been at the office?”I shifted my weight, crossing my arms. “Because I’m not going back. Not now.”He frowned. “You’re just… giving up your work? That doesn’t sound
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