<b>Chapter </b><b>56 </b>
This wasn’t good news at all, Amelia clutched the medical report, turning to Landon with concern in her eyes. “Is it serious
Landon lookedpletely confused, “What?”
“The report sounds pretty serious. I’m worried you might lose the baby,” Amelia a asked.
Wesley nced between them, baffled by their cryptic exchange. “Don’t worry, Amelia. The medical terminology might sound scary, but it’s just technicalnguage. Any slight disturbance during pregnancy is technically called ‘threatened miscarriage. It’s a standard medical term.”
thank goodness.” Anse let out a deep breath, putting a hand over her ha
relief. She was still shaken but much calmer now
Deep down, Amelia wished for the smooth pregnancy and delivery of the woman carryingndon’s child.
“Amelia, this is just a take medical report had made for you,” Wesley said with an amused smile.
“Oh, for me?” Amelia finally noticed her own name on the patient form. A wave of relief washed over her as an idea formed in her mind. “I’ll leave this on my desk tomorrow. Let Henry get a good look at it.”
“No, I’m taking this document to file <b>a </bint at Kingsley Manor, Wesley said, following Landon’s prior instructions
Amelia stared at him in <b>shock</b>. “Why?”
<i>This </i>
sway, Henry won’t dare touch you again Landon scoffed. ‘How stupid can you be not to understand something so simple?”
Realization dawned on Amelia’s face. “Oh, I get it now. With this document, even if I don’t end up pregnant in a few months, Henry will still take the
me.”
“Exactly.” Wesley nodded. Next he turned to Landon. Since he was already here, he figured he might as well check on Landon’s condition.
“You’re recovering well, but I’m noticing some signs of a stress–rted disorder, Wesley said, frowning as he examined Landon with his stethoscope.
“Landon’s been bedridden this whole time. How could he have a stress–rted disorder? Wesley wondered. ‘Could Amelia be the cause? He nced from Amelia to Landon, his <b>mind </b>conjuring up a dozen dramatic scenarios.
“Does he need medication?” Amelia asked. Deep down, she strongly suspected that her divorce proposal had triggered this condition in Landon, though she wasn’t about to admit it.
“No need for that, Wesley smiled. “Amelia, why don’t you keep Landonpany? Some fresh air and sunshine might help lift his spirits.”
“Sure.” Amelia felt relieved, thinking to herself that cheering up Landon shouldn’t be tog difficult.
“Amelia<b>, </b>please stay with Landon, Mrs. Gloria and I need to head over to Kingsley Manor,” Wesley announced.
“Of course,” Amelia <b>said</b>, ushering Wesley out. She turned back to Landon, stering a sweet smile on <b>her </b>face. “Landon, if you’re not quite ready to talk about the divorce, we can take things slow”
<b>She </b>leaned in, grinning ear to ear. “We can always discuss it once you’re feeling better. Right now, you need to focus on your recovery. Getting all worked up isn’t going to help you heal”
Landon watched her with cold, <b>hard </b>eyes. He knew exactly what she was ying at–she wanted him to bounce back quickly so she could get this
divorce over with.
“Are you thirsty? Hungry?” Amelia asked with a gentle smile.
Landon ignored her. He’d been surviving on IV nutrition for months now–normal food and drink were unnecessary. It had been over three months since he’dst eaten real food or taken a sip of water. Suddenly, he found himself missing his mother’s cooking.
The sun’s already set, but I can still show you the twilight,” Amelia said,
<b>Landon </b>remained silent, his expression cold and distant
“Let me give you a thorough massage,” Amelia said, rolling up her sleeves with determination. Her tone left no room for objection.
To set the mood, she put on some soft instrumental music and lit a scented candle. The gentle jasmine fragrance created a peaceful, elegant atmosphere
As Amelia’s gentle hands worked their magic, Landon felt the tension slowly melling away from his shoulders
Twilight crept in through the windows, thest traces of daylight slowly bleeding into darkness. The room was bathed in the warm glow of scented candles, their honey sweet fragrance hanging in the air.
The ns wavered softly, casting shifting shadows that danced along the walls like phantom dancers. In the intimate lighting, the room seemed to <b>pulse </b>with an almost tangible romantic energy.
Landon felt his heart melting as he gazed at Amelia<b>, </b>his <b>eyes </b>softening with tenderness.
“Her face is so delicate and small, he mused, like a perfect porcin doll. Those <b>long</b>, curled eyshes flutter ke butterfly wings every time she blinks. All her usual sharp edges have disappeared while she’s focused on the massage, leaving only a gentle, captivating beauty”
As his thoughts wandered, Landon could feel his heart pounding.
“Landon, I’m terrified of hospitals<b>, </b>Amelia confessed softly, “If it weren’t for Brooke today, Henry would have dragged me there. You know how ruthless he is. He probably would have pushed for a hysterectomy even if I wasn’t pregnant.”“
Even now, the memory sent Amelia’s pulse racing. Deep down, she knew there was only one way forward if she and Landon were going to salvage their marriage—they needed toy everything on the table. No rtionship could survive on secrets and silence.
Landon emerged from his thoughts, his eyes half–closed as he spoke, ‘From now on, Brooke will be your personal security”
“yes.” Amelia nodded, having already reached the same conclusion herself.
But something still bothered her. “How did Henry find out about my pregnancy?‘ she wondered. The news <b>had </b>been kept strictly confidential<b>. </b>The <b>only </b>time it had been mentioned was when Gloria brought lunch to the office. And that day, Sandra <b>had </b>visited.
“Her again,” Amelia muttered through gritted teeth, unconsciously tightening her <b>grip</b><b>. </b>
Landon yelped, shooting her an usatory look. Are you trying to murder your own husband
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Amelia quickly withdrew her hands, guiltily eyeing the nail marks she’d left on Landon’s <b>arm</b>.
Landon fixed her with a cool stare <b>is </b>a simple ‘sorry‘ supposed to make it better? He wondered to <b>himself </b>“She was giving me ap massage until now. What suddenly crossed her mind to make her grip so hard?
normal
“So what do you want me to do? Bandage it up?” Amelia’s eye twitched in annoyance as she went to search for some antiseptic and Band–Aids. “Talk about being dramatic, she thought to herself, “There’s not even a scratch or a drop of blood. It’s not like <b>you </b>need the ER
Landon narrowed his eyes<b>, </b>taking a few seconds to consider before speaking, “I need you <b>to </b>visit someone from my past!
“Sure, no problem,” Amelia agreed without hesitation. “Just give me their name and number. I’ll head over after the meeting tomorrow. I can take Aaron with me.”
‘No,’ Landon said firmly. “You need to go along. This needs to stay confidential”
“What?” Amelia jolted as if she’d gotten a shock. The bandage she’d been holding fell to the floor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who Landon wanted her to visit his child’s mother.
08:11 Wed, 4 Jun OM
Landon’s condition showed no signs of improvement, and Henry’s family <b>was </b>watching like hanks. Everyone had pinned their hopes on this baby–t would be devastating if anything went wrong
Even though Amelia had mentally prepared herself when she first saw the pregnancy test, the felt sharp pings in her heart.
“Is that a problem?‘ Landon’s expression darkened with displeasure when she remained silent.
“No, I’mpletely fine with it.” Amelia quickly nodded. Her inner thoughts raced. “It’s not a big deal to meet the woman who’s carrying Landon’s child Besides, I won’t be Landon’s wife for much longer anyway!
Her n was simple. Once Landon recovered, she would file for divorce immediately if the child’s mother had any issues, Amelia was to step aside even sooner.
ore than wiling.
But then another thought crossed her mind. “I might be generous and open minded, but who knows if that women will feel the same way? Amelia frowned slightly. “What if she tries to cause drama during our meeting? Landon would absolutely destroy me if anything went wrong
Amelia made a mental note to be extra careful. She couldn’t afford any risks during this delicate time. On her phone, she started Googling “sale foods during pregnancy” and “pregnancy diet guidelines“.
Landon caught a glimpse of her screen, and his heart felt like it had been stabbed repeatedly. His face burned ashen as the reality hit him. “She’s actually carrying Lanny’s baby…”