Marry My Billionaire Second Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

"What’s this I hear about a dress fitting?" Amelia asked Matteo, when Aiden finally decided to take his leave from the office, claiming that he was going to drink his sorrows away and cherish every moment of not being saddled with Emmeline as his wife.He had stared at her fervently, hoping that she would want to join him, but of course, Amelia sent him away with strict instructions not to drink and drive. Then she went to look for her fiancé to further explain matters. This had Matteo written all over it."So you have heard about it too?" There was no denying the satisfaction that radiated from Matteo’s voice. He seemed to behave like a cat that had eaten the canary, and he wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist, pulling her close."We are at work, this is highly inappropriate," Amelia protested, but her heart wasn’t in it. After her near-death experience, it was as though the last vestiges of ice had melted in her heart. Now, her emotions for Matteo were threatening to overflow.Now,

"Then I’m honored that the first gown she’ll ever wear will be from me," Jenna said delightedly.She clasped her hands, but before she could continue, there was the sound of someone slamming against the front door. A staff member hurriedly dashed over to open it, only to reveal Aiden’s disheveled form."I made it! On time too!" Aiden crowed excitedly, his face a ruddy red. His hair was a windswept mess. He caught sight of Amelia and stumbled towards her, only for Matteo to hold him back with a warning growl."Aiden, did you drink and drive?" Amelia demanded, her nose wrinkling at the stench of whiskey floating off him. It seemed that Matteo’s prediction of his sobriety was accurate."Of course not!" Aiden said, scandalized. "I took a taxi here. I even shared my drink with the taxi driver!"Before Amelia could even parse the meaning of that sentence, Jenna cleared her throat politely."I guess this must be Aiden Montgomery. Dearie, kindly take a seat. We’ll get you some tea and cookies

"Oh dear," Amelia and Matteo exchanged wary glances."Perhaps it was simply an accident," Matteo said. "We don’t need to open this door―"As if to spite his words, there was the sound of Emmeline’s indignant screeching, followed by Aiden’s loud yelling."Now I really don’t want to open this door," Matteo mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, Amelia was quicker. She had already walked over, her hand twisting the handle before pushing the door open.Right as she did, Amelia’s eyes widened in horror as she quickly dodged, just in time for a vase to soar over her head before crashing on the floor behind her. She hurriedly turned back to look at Matteo and saw that he had stepped to one side as well, the vase narrowly missing him.They shared a look before glancing outside― it didn’t escape their notice that Emmeline and Aiden seemed to be alone. Horace and Annalise were missing. No wonder Emmeline and Aiden dared to kick up such a fuss."Ha!" Aiden pointed right at Emmeline’s nose as h

Emmeline flushed in anger, and she bit her lip at the humiliation of hearing Matteo’s harsh words.Then, the thorn in her side started to open his big mouth."Brother, don’t you know that’s her entire personality? If she’s not shamelessly chasing after you like a bitch in heat, what else is she good for?" Aiden chimed in helpfully, causing Emmeline to snarl in hatred at her future fiance’s description of her.Aiden mimed a barking dog, nimbly dodging a swipe of Emmeline’s sharp fingernails. Their childishness almost made Amelia roll her eyes― not even the children in the orphanage were so ill-behaved."Well that’s not entirely accurate, she’s also spending a lot of effort to chase you to kill you," Amelia noted dryly. "The both of you should go to the park nearby, there’s plenty of tree branches that you can use to stab each other with. I for one, have a wedding fitting to get back to. I’m sure my grandfather will be very curious to know what happened today."Annalise shook her head,

Amelia jumped back in shock, sucking in a sharp gasp of air as her blood went cold. A scream hovered at the edge of her lips, threatening to rip if it weren’t for the fact that the person who landed in front of her had moved, groaning.Upon a closer look, Amelia realized that it was none other than Carlo, his blond hair an absolute mess as he struggled to sit back up."Carlo!" Amelia cried out in surprise, immediately bending down to help him up. "Are you alright?"At first, Carlo said nothing, merely hissing in pain as he wiped at his own bloodied lip. Then, when his eyes landed on Amelia’s face, his scowl deepened. He easily shrugged her off despite his injuries, instantly regretting his decision to do so when the action caused a jolt of pain to rush through his body."Don’t touch me," he growled in warning.Before Amelia could say anything in rebuttal, her attention was drawn by the footsteps that emanated from inside the room Carlo had been thrown out of. She turned her attention,