Amelia hesitated for a moment before answering. "It was... nice. I mean, he's a good kisser," she said, feeling her face turn even redder.Perry laughed. "Well, that's something. Maybe you two will eventually fall in love," she said, teasingly.Amelia rolled her eyes, but deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if that was even a possibility.Amelia took a deep breath and looked into Perry's eyes. "There's something about Andrew," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "that makes my heart beat fast whenever he touches me."Perry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really?" she asked, a mischievous grin on her face. "I never took you for the type to get all swoony over a guy."Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn't help the blush that crept up her cheeks. "I'm serious, Perry. I didn't even feel that way when I was with Henry."Perry's expression softened, and she reached over to place a hand on Amelia's arm. "Hey, it's okay," she said gently. "It's normal to feel that way. You're marri

Amelia stood in Andrew's room, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She could feel Andrew's piercing gaze on her, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Andrew studied her for a long moment, his eyes cold and hard. "How did you know it belonged to Henry?" he demanded.Amelia could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She knew that Andrew was onto her, and she had to come up with a better excuse. "I... I didn't know it was his," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.She had given that bracelet to Henry months ago, back when they were still together. How had it ended up here, in Andrew's room?Amelia's mind raced. She couldn't tell Andrew the truth about the bracelet, not when it would only make him angrier. "I... I saw it on him once," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I recognized it.""Are you sure?" Andrew asked as he looked at her directly. His voice was firm.Amelia bit her lip, feeling a sense of panic rising in her chest. "I don't k

Amelia walked out of the room, leaving Andrew and Henry. She could feel the hurt and confusion swirling inside her. As she made her way down the hallway, she could hear Andrew and Henry's voices growing fainter behind her. She tried to shake off the feelings of anger and betrayal that were welling up inside her, but they clung to her like a heavy weight.How could Andrew treat her like that? She was only in this marriage because of her father."Listen to me, Andrew," Henry said, his voice low and urgent. "You need to tell Detective Stone to look deeper. I have nothing to do with your accident."Henry couldn't stand to be in that room with Andrew any longer. The tension was suffocating, and he needed to get out before he lost his temper.He followed Amelia out of the room, his heart heavy with worry. She was upset, he could tell, and he hated to see her that way."Amelia," he called out as he caught up to her in the kitchen. "Are you okay?"She turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed

Nanny Grace placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "I know, my dear," she said. "But sometimes, a small gesture of kindness can go a long way. And I think Andrew could use a little kindness right now."Amelia hesitated, her mind racing as she considered her options. She knew that Nanny Grace was right, that Andrew would appreciate the tea and that it might help to ease the tension between them. But the thought of facing him now, after the way he had spoken to her earlier, made her feel sick to her stomach.Amelia nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Fiiine," she said, "I'll take the tea up to him."As she made her way up the stairs, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She knew that Andrew was proud, and she wasn't sure how he would react to her presence. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the soothing aroma of the tea and the warmth of the cup in her hands.As she reached the top of the stairs

Amelia stood outside the airport, her breath fogging up in the cool morning air. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, her nerves jangling inside her. Andrew was beside her, sitting in his wheelchair, flanked by one of his bodyguards who pushed him forward. She kept her eyes fixed on the private jet parked at the tarmac.Despite the early hour, the airport was bustling with activity, and Amelia felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had never been on a private jet before.As they made their way towards the jet, Andrew's bodyguard kept up a steady pace, and Amelia had to jog to keep up. She could feel the cool morning air on her face, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.Once they reached the jet, Andrew's bodyguard helped him board, and Amelia followed close behind. As she stepped inside, she was struck by the luxurious interior of the plane. Plush leather seats lined the cabin, and the soft hum of the engines filled the air.Andrew settled into his sea