Semua Bab After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Amelia's POV"What the HELL do you think you're doing?"The voice cracked through the air like a thunderclap. I barely had time to register it before Rowan's tall, broad silhouette stormed up to his nephew.Tristan stood no chance. Rowan reached him in seconds and shoved him away from me with brutal efficiency. Tristan stumbled and hit the ground hard, cursing under his breath.Rowen turned to me immediately. His eyes swept over me with concern as he extended his hand—strong, steady, reassuring. The moment our fingers touched, he pulled me up from the ground with effortless ease. As if I weighed nothing at all. The warmth of his grip lingered, grounding me in the middle of the chaos.His eyes scanned my face. "Amelia. Are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you?"I couldn’t answer right away. My lips trembled, and my entire body still pulsed with the aftershocks of fear. But then he took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. The familiar scent of him—clean, luxurious, masculine—

Amelia’s POVRowan's dark eyes locked on mine, holding me in place. I felt stripped bare by his intense, unreadable gaze. As if he was looking right into my soul, searching for my deepest, darkest secrets. He didn’t say a word.The longer the silence stretched, the more I squirmed. My fingers instinctively fiddled with my hair. After what felt like forever, I couldn’t bear his staring contest anymore. I lowered my eyes, pretending to study the last golden sip of liquor in my glass.Finally, his voice cut through the silence. "Is this about Tristan?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "Are you doing this to make him jealous? To get back at him?"I froze. The warmth from the alcohol evaporated in an instant.I had hoped, foolishly, that he'd seen something real between us. But instead, he thought I was still playing games with his nephew.The truth was, I had started to feel something for Rowan. Something complicated. Too soon. Too fast. But I couldn’t tell him that. What if he

Amelia’s POV"Rowan," I whispered breathlessly. What was he doing here?!I was still clutching a roll of ribbon, standing atop a ladder, as the realization struck me like lightning.Claudia’s earlier chatter echoed back to me: powerful family, handsome, taking over the company… I should’ve paid attention. I should have known. Of course, the new CEO was Rowan. Of course, he pitched up where I least expected him. Just my luck.He stood there in the doorway, infuriatingly handsome as always. His eyes were still locked on mine, unwavering. I swallowed hard.Panic bloomed in my chest. After everything that had happened—my bold request, his refusal, the storm I’d walked away from—I hadn’t heard a word from him in over a week. And now, here he was, standing in the middle of my carefully guarded world.No one here, except Claudia, knew I was Vera Calloway—the designer behind the entire launch. And even Claudia didn’t know my real name. My anonymity had always been intentional. For years, I

Amelia’s POVI waited for several minutes, trying to breathe away the thunder pounding in my chest. My heart hadn’t settled since Rowan had left. His smell still lingered in the stairwell. I could still feel the heat of his body near mine, the press of his gaze. But that moment was over now.I straightened my top with trembling fingers, smoothed my hair, and finally cracked the door open a sliver. The hallway outside was quiet. Empty. No one noticed me slipping out.When I reentered the main hall, the buzz of business returned in full force. Rowan stood across the room, deep in conversation with one of the shareholders. His posture was cool, composed. His expression was blank. As I walked past, he didn’t even glance in my direction.Had I pushed him too far? Maybe my apology and the boundaries I set came off as cold—or worse, self-righteous. Had I humiliated him without meaning to?I shook my head, frustrated. It had been foolish to bring up that night again. I should’ve just let it

Amelia’s POVI had no doubt Rowan Lancaster could find me anywhere if he wanted to. The man could probably find out what I had for breakfast before I did. But I couldn’t wrap my head around why he went through the trouble of tracking me down in the first place.Was it because my apology hadn’t sounded sincere enough? Or did he feel obligated—some misplaced sense of chivalry because I’d fallen into his arms earlier?I got into the car. Frankly, he didn’t give me much of a choice. His tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t up for debate either. He simply expected me to obey.The car was silent, save for the powerful hum of the motor. Finally, Rowan spoke."Why did you leave the venue without waiting for me?" he asked, his voice low and unreadable.I kept my eyes fixed on the city lights blurring past. "I had something to do.""What exactly?" he pressed. This time, there was a subtle shift in his tone, colder.I flinched, just slightly. "Just... some deadlines. Client work." I lied. Again.