All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Amelia’s POVThe look in Rowan’s eyes told me there was no way out of this, even if I tried. His gaze was steady, commanding. But there was concern there too that tugged at my heartstrings.I sighed. "Fine. I’ll stay here. But just for tonight."A slow smile curved his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.I froze. Those words. That tone. It sent a shiver down my spine, stirring memories I didn’t want to revisit. Or, to be honest… maybe I did…He stepped out and opened the car door for me. His hand hovered protectively at my back as we walked toward the house. The adrenaline from the thug encounter was slowly fading, leaving me raw and shaken. I was still trembling. Rowan noticed, glancing at me. "Why don’t you take a relaxing hot shower?" he suggested. As I nodded gratefully, he added, "Then… meet me at the painting."He didn’t need to explain which one.I hesitated, frowning slightly, fumbling for an excuse. "W–What about Liam? Isn’t he he

Amelia’s POVI sat next to Rowan in the car while Sienna stroked Liam’s head in the backseat. The boy was half-awake now."Ow, Mommy… My… my head hurts," he muttered, teeth chattering. "I’m… so… cold. Where are we going?""You’re gonna be okay, honey," Sienna kept saying, though she looked genuinely worried. "You’re gonna be okay. I promise."I stared at her through the rearview mirror, my mind spinning. Could she have caused the fever to get Rowan’s attention? Had she somehow found out I was at his villa and needed an excuse to interrupt us? Did she have secret cameras in his villa? Or did she pay the staff to keep her updated? My ideas kept getting wilder as we drove to the hospital.Then again, she looked really worried. Maybe she’d accidentally given him too much, and was now regretting her actions?When we finally arrived, Rowan rushed Liam inside, carrying him in his arms as Sienna and I followed close behind. The moment we reached the nurses’ station, the staff snapped into a

Amelia’s POVThe city lights blurred past the taxi window, streaks of orange and gold against the black. My chest still ached from the argument. I couldn’t believe I’d let Rowan drag me into his orbit again. I’d almost spent the night at his place. I’d let him touch me, melt me. Again.God, part of me was still furious that it had been interrupted. The way he’d looked at me, kissed me… I could still feel his breath on my skin. But no. That was exactly the problem. That pull between us was dangerous. I needed to remember that."This whole situation showed me exactly why I shouldn’t have gone back," I muttered under my breath.The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Everything okay, miss?""Yeah," I said quickly, forcing a smile. "Just… tough night."He nodded and turned his attention back to the road. I stared out the window, my thoughts spiraling.That bottle of Fervexin couldn’t have been a coincidence. My gut screamed it. Sienna had to be involved. It was exactly her kind of

Rowan’s POVSienna and I both stayed the night at the hospital. She lay in the narrow bed beside Liam, while I sat in the armchair next to them. My neck ached. My back throbbed. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Every time Liam shifted or whimpered in his sleep, my heart clenched.Sienna’s eyes were red and puffy, though she’d finally drifted off sometime before dawn.When the morning light filtered through the blinds, Liam stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, hazy at first, then clearer when he spotted us."Mom… Dad?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.Sienna immediately leaned in, brushing the hair off his forehead. "Hey, sweetheart," she whispered, tears glistening again. "Good morning.""You’re both here… for me?" he asked, smiling faintly."Of course, son," I said softly, leaning forward to take his tiny hand in mine. "Where else would we be?"His lips curved in a sleepy smile. "Maybe my wish will come true one day."Sienna glanced at me, her expression softening.

Amelia’s POVDespite Liz’s hundreds of apologetic messages—long, rambling ones filled with "I’m so sorry" and "please don’t be mad"—I still couldn’t bring myself to stay at her apartment. Every time I thought of Ethan’s hands on her, all I saw was more Lancaster family entanglement. The same suffocating web I’d promised myself to escape.After spending the night at Gabriel’s office, he’d offered, in that calm, professional tone of his: "If you need a place to sleep for a while, you can take my office mattress. I’ll move it to yours. You’ll have privacy, safety, and at least a decent night’s rest."I’d protested at first, but he’d just smiled. "Consider it doctor’s orders."And so, for the past few nights, I’d camped out in my office, the mattress tucked against the wall. Every evening, Gabriel stopped by with a steaming mug of herbal tea.He always asked, "How was your day?" in that soft, grounding voice of his.And every time, I wondered if his kindness was just that—kindness—or so