MY WILD OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE~ AMELIA’S POV By the time Cassie and I finish breakfast, she is already getting ready for work while I clear the dishes from the counter. “So, are you taking your car?” she asks, grabbing her bag from the stool. “I honestly don’t know yet.” I shrug lightly. “It’s been over a year since I drove it.” “Well, I’ve been driving it around and it’s still flawless,” she says proudly. “I’m asking because I want to use it for work.” I laugh softly. “Go ahead. I’d rather not drive myself for now.” “Perfect.” She walks over and pecks my forehead dramatically. “I’m going to miss you for one whole week.” “You’ll survive.” I shake my head, smiling faintly as she finally leaves the apartment. The silence returns the moment the door shuts, forcing me to go upstairs immediately to brush and bathe. Trying to look less emotionally drained than I actually feel. After drying my hair, I pull it into a neat ponytail and stare at myself in the mir

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE~ AMELIA’S POV I lean back in the seat and close my eyes as the car continues down the road. A few hours to go. For once, I try to rest my mind instead of replaying everything that has happened. It does not last long. My phone rings. I open my eyes slowly and pull it out of my handbag, already tired of whatever new problem is waiting for me. I answer without checking the screen properly. Sophia’s voice comes through immediately. “What has happened this time?” I ask first, because she never calls for anything good. “Good morning to you too,” she replies dryly. “A guy named Gideon is suing you and Cassie for physical assault. He also posted about it online.” I lean my head back against the seat. Of course he did. “Just ignore it for now,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “Don’t post anything on my accounts. I need a break from all of this.” There is a pause on the line. “What about your fashion house project? The goods, th

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE~ AMELIA’S POV “Who are you?” The question hits me so hard I almost stop breathing. For a second, I genuinely wonder if she has forgotten me. I quickly suck in a breath, wiping my tears roughly before straightening my back. I refuse to completely fall apart in front of her. Then I turn fully toward her. She keeps staring at me with confusion at first, then slowly… recognition begins to settle into her face. I pull out the chair across from her and sit down carefully. And suddenly her eyes widen. “Is this really you?” Her voice breaks instantly. “Amelia?” I swallow hard. “Yes,” I say quietly. “I’m Amelia Massimo.” My voice almost fails me halfway. “And I’m here to find out what’s going on.” The second my full name leaves my mouth, tears begin running down her cheeks immediately. “Amelia…” she whispers shakily. “My little girl is so grown.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t get to call me that.” Her expression crumbl

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN~ AMELIA’S POV “I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now,” Hardin says quietly as he walks closer. “Or even talk to. But I got a heads-up that you were coming here, and then I found out your mother is being held in Hudson Valley.” His eyes stay on mine. “I couldn’t let you go through this by yourself.” Something inside me breaks again. Before I can even think properly, I step forward and throw my arms around him. I have pushed him away over and over again, yet he still keeps showing up for me. The tears I have been holding all day finally spill freely. Hardin immediately wraps his arms around me tightly, one hand pressing gently against the back of my head as he holds me against his chest. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m here, Amelia. I got you for life, okay? Just… stop pushing me away.” His voice sounds rough toward the end like he means every single word. I pull

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND forty nine~ AMELIA’S POV I do not know how long I sleep for, but when I finally wake up, the room is quieter. For a second I forget where I am. Then I hear Hardin’s voice. “Hey, sleepy wife.” I slowly open my eyes and see him sitting beside the bed holding a smoothie cup with the straw already pushed in properly for me. “Sit up a little,” he says softly. I push myself up slowly against the pillows while he helps support my back with one hand before handing me the drink. “You need something in your system.” I take a small sip while my eyes remain fixed on him. He looks actually nervous. His leg keeps bouncing slightly against the floor while his eyes constantly move toward the door every few seconds. And somehow that makes me nervous too, even though I’m not sure if I’m ready for a baby. Then the door opens. The doctor walks in holding a file in his hand. Immediately the atmosphere changes. Hardin straightens in his seat besid