Amelia and James rode in the same car to the company. James refused to let her drive because he believed she was still hurting from the previous night. That wasn’t the only reason though, he didn’t want her so far from him. So he kept her by his side as he drove and held her hand too. He stole glances of her beautiful face as he drove. One way or the other, she looked more gorgeous to him than ever. He believed it was as a result of what happened the previous night. James parked the car at the parking lot and told Amelia not to get down yet. He ran to her door and helped her open it. “What? That was why you told me not to alight?” She asked, and he giggled and bounced his head. “Yes! I wanted to help you open up. Isn’t that a good reason?” He asked, and she chuckled. “Of course, it is. I’m just a little surprised you want to help me with the door. That’s so sweet of you.” She complimented and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Is that a thank you from you?” “What do you think?

Freddie sat in the private room in his mansion. He was going through some documents, when all of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door. “Who is it? You know I hate being disturbed when I’m in here.” He responded, without looking up. The door opened despite his words of warning, and he looked up to unleash his anger on whosoever it was. When he sprang to his feet and saw who came in, his words just stuck in his throat. “Mr. Freddie, it’s been years. How are you today?” He asked and walked in majestically. “Mr. Hopper?” Freddie responded with great shock. “Why do you sound so shocked? I told you I’ll pay you a visit one day. You can’t expect me to just forget I have a daughter somewhere. Can I sit?” Hopper asked, walking to the single seater in the office and sitting before Freddie could say “Yes”.“But… Why didn’t you tell me you will be paying me a visit? I would have made more preparations.” Freddie said nervously, rubbing his palm on his thighs. “Well, I never thought I woul

It was exactly a week Amelia last spoke to Freddie. They had no contact whatsoever since she found out the truth about her parents. Freddie didn’t bother to call her, and she was still very mad at him, so she didn’t bother to contact him either. He believed she needed time just like Hopper had told him. Amelia sat comfortably in the living room, her legs crossed on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on her legs, and in front of her was the large television with her favorite movie playing. Since she found out the truth, she had been so sad and pretty depressed. She often woke up in the middle of the night, crying and staring at her parent’s portrait. James thought of ways to cheer her up a bit, and started off with taking a one week break from the office with her to reduce pressure on her. He began to stay in the kitchen and started learning how to cook which impressed Amelia a lot. He searched online for beautiful ladies stuff to buy her, and even went ahead to look for interesting ro

Amelia woke up very early to prepare breakfast for James. She wanted him to eat and take lunch with him to the office. While he was in the bathroom, she stood up, picked up her phone and hurried to the kitchen to prepare pancakes before he could stop her. Since the news about her pregnancy, James had stopped her from doing virtually everything. It was so bad that he even helped her in the bathroom sometimes. Amelia often complained to him that he would end up spoiling her, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted his baby and wife to be healthy and fine. Amelia was done with the pancakes before James stepped out of the room. She began to set the table in no time. “Amelia.” James called, hurrying out of the room and he caught her setting the dining table. “Hello, love. Good morning.” She responded with a bright smile to bribe him from complaining about making breakfast for him. “Amelia…” He called in a low tone and walked to the dining table. “I told you not to stress yourself.” He ad

“What are you going to do about the truth you’ve just found out about your dead parents?” James asked Amelia as they sat in the living room. Amelia heaved a sigh and looked at his face before talking. “I am going to confront them first. Then I hand them over to the police afterward.” James’ eyes widened and he moved away from her in surprise. “Hand them over to the police?” “Why are you so shocked about it? They killed people. They should suffer the consequences.” “Amelia…” He called slowly and reached for her hand. He sweetly squeezed it and began to play with her fingers. “Have you thought about this well? This could be dangerous. You can end up regretting this at the end of the day.” He said, and she withdrew her hand from him. “Why do I feel you are trying to be on their side?” She muttered. “No, Amelia. I’m not on their side. I’m on and always on your side. I’m just worried about you. It’s your father and Uncle Freddie we are talking about here. Do you really want to do t