Perry stepped into her darkened bedroom, where Amelia laid, fast asleep. She approached the bed and gently tapped her shoulder. "Amelia," she whispered, "wake up."Amelia moaned in response, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in. Perry smiled to herself, knowing that she would have to be more persuasive.She pulled the covers off her body, exposing her to the cool air of the room. "Come on, Amelia," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "You've been sleeping too much lately. Are you pregnant?"Amelia groaned and turned over, facing Perry with bleary eyes. "You wish," she muttered, rubbing her eyes.Perry grinned and leaned down to tickle her sides. "Wake up, Ame," she said, still laughing.Finally, she gave in and sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. "Alright, alright," she said, yawning. "I'm up. You win."Perry's eyes searched her face as she sat up on the bed, taking in her expression before speaking. "Amelia," she said, her voice gentle. "It's been

Amelia smiled warmly at Tony as he stepped out of the car to greet her."It's nice to see you too, Tony," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "Thank you for coming to pick me up."He nodded, his face serious. "Of course, ma'am," he said, opening the trunk of the car. "Mr. Reynolds wanted to make sure you got here safely."Amelia didn't say a word, she just gave him a gentle smile.Tony placed her bags in the trunk, then he turned to his seat. Amelia couldn't help but ask about Andrew, as she turned to Tony. "So how's Andrew been?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.He smiled. "Wait till you see him yourself ma'am Amelia."As the car drove away from Perry's house, Amelia watched out of the window, as she waved at Perry who was standing outside watching her leave.Amelia sat at the backseat, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap as she gazed out the window. The passing scenery was a blur of green trees and plush lawns as they made their way through the hea

"Uhm…. Are you okay?" Amelia asked softly, breaking the silence.Andrew didn't say anything at first, but then he turned his head to look at her. His eyes held a mixture of emotions that she couldn't quite decipher."I'm fine," he finally said, his voice hoarse. "Just catching my breath."Amelia nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that he didn't seem to want to talk about what had just happened between them.Amelia watched as Andrew stood up from the bed and silently made his way to the bathroom, picking up his clothes along the way. A feeling of unease crept up in her chest as she wondered if something was wrong.She sat up, pulling the sheet around her body as she waited for Andrew to come back. The sound of the running water from the bathroom filled the room, and she felt a sense of isolation and loneliness.After a few minutes, Andrew emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed. His face was unreadable, and Amelia felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to read his expressi

Amelia froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. "Uh, well, yes," she stammered. "My mother had an attack, and I had to come back."Nanny Grace looked at Amelia with a knowing expression, as if sensing that there was more to the story. "I see," she said slowly. "And how is your mother doing now?"Amelia relaxed slightly at the change of subject. "Oh, she's fine. She's back to her old self again."Feeling a little more at ease now that the topic had shifted away from her awkward encounter with Lila.Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "That's good to hear, my dear. But tell me, Amelia, is that the only reason you left Turkey? Or did you feel uncomfortable with Lila's presence?"Amelia hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know. I guess I did feel uncomfortable. It was just... strange, seeing Andrew with someone he had been so close to. After treating me like I don't exist."Nanny Grace nodded, seeming to understand. "I see.

Andrew's eyes narrowed at James' comment, and the other shareholders in the room shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They could feel the tension building between the two men.But Andrew wasn't about to let James get the upper hand. He shot back with a sharp retort, his voice dripping with disdain."Don't you dare disrespect Catherine's memory like that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And don't play coy with me, James. I know exactly what you're up to."There was a collective gasp from the other shareholders as they watched the exchange between Andrew and James. It was clear that the tension in the room had reached a boiling point.But Andrew wasn't about to back down. "I won't let anyone, including you, James, use my personal life against me," he said firmly. "And I won't let anyone use my company as a pawn in their power games."James smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from Andrew. "Well, what can I say?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm a business