Chapter 53
A long arm blocked Amelia’s falling body.
“Amelia, I know you’re not drunk. Stop pretending.”
Garrett Wylder’s patience was finally exhausted.
Amelia opened her eyes, clear and alert, looking at him resentfully: “Must it be like this?”
Garrett Wylder said coldly: “I should be asking you that. Either sit properly or get out of the car.”
That tone was cold enough to freeze, imposing and truly angry.
The driver in front didn’t dare breathe heavily.
I couldn’t help but steal a glance through the rearview mirror.
Amelia stubbornly widened her eyes, mist gathering in them, forcibly holding back tears.
Suddenly, she roared: “Stop the car!”
The driver naturally didn’t listen to her–he only followed Garrett Wylder’s orders.
Fearing she might suddenly get emotional and jump out, I quickly had the driver lock the doors.
Sure enough, the next second she reached for the door handle–fortunately it was locked in advance.
But even though she did this, Garrett Wylder didn’t even lift an eyelid, his expression cold as frost and snow falling on shoulders–the aura of “if you want to die, I won’t stop you.”
“You hate me this much…”
She completely broke down, curling up her legs, burying her face in her knees, sobbing with extreme suppression.
Hearing her crying, I involuntarily thought of the heartbreak I’d experienced, feeling a pang in my heart. I sighed and pulled out tissues from my bag, silently offering them.
“Secretary Wen.”
Garrett Wylder suddenly frowned at me.
I quickly withdrew my hand, pressing my lips together lightly.
Hmph, men really aren’t good things.
Either cheating within marriage or heartlessly fickle!
The car arrived at the hotel entrance.
Garrett Wylder got out without a word and strode into the lobby.
I stood there stunned.
…Didn’t he say I was responsible? He just abandoned me like this?!
Speechless, I had to turn to look at Amelia, still sitting in the back seat, her whole person cold like a statue.
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I Dumped My Alpha… Now He’s on His Knees
Chapter 93
“Amelia, let me get you a room,
She looked down in silence for a while before saying softly: “No need for a room, I’ll stay in yours.“–
“Ah? That’s fine.”
I hesitated for half a second but still agreed. I was staying in a suite with two beds anyway.
She walked into the hotel with me.
Honestly, someone who had been swaying drunkenly was now walking perfectly steady.
Her acting skills could win an Oscar.
Back in the room, she said she wanted to take a bath.
“You can’t bathe after drinking. Let me order you some honey water.”
I gently advised her.
She ignored me and walked straight toward the bathroom.
I quickly blocked her: “If something happens to you, how do I explain to Alpha? You can’t possibly not know you shouldn’t bathe after drinking. This is… self–harm.”
My words seemed to hit her heart, and her eyes reddened again.
I took the opportunity to help her sit on the sofa.
I called housekeeping for honey water.
Just after hanging up, my phone rang again.
I only had two numbers saved in this new phone–Garrett Wylder and Clay.
Seeing it was Garrett Wylder, I reflexively glanced at Amelia–he must have softened and was calling to ask about her condition.
I answered: “Hello?”
“Come over for a moment.”
Four words came through the receiver, low and oppressive.
I was stunned, “Okay.”
After hanging up, I said to Amelia: “Alpha wants me to come over. Amelia, rest for a bit, I’ll be back soon.”
She leaned her head against the sofa, looking up to give me a cold once–over, then suddenly laughed softly, the smile bleak, “Go ahead.”
Me: “…”
What did that look and tone mean?
I originally wanted to explain, but the more I thought about it, the more it felt like explaining would only make me look guilty.
Holding back my anger, forget it–if she misunderstands, she misunderstands. She’ll understand eventually.
I took the room card to Garrett Wylder’s suite.
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