<b>Chapter </b><b>105 </b>
“Ms. <b>Atkinson</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>The sales assistant, Lisa, who had just been serving Amelia, immediately dashed out to greet the new guest.
It <b>was </b>ine Atkinson<b>. </b>She was a beauty with a slightly fuller figure. But her haughty gaze revealed she wasn’t someone easy to deal <b>with</b>.
<b>“</b>Your <b>manager </b>said the new arrivals are here today. Where are they?” ine strutted into the store with her head held high. <b>When </b>she <b>saw </b><b>the </b><b>silver</b><b>. </b>fishtail dress Amelia was wearing, even she couldn’t help but be stunned. But her awe quickly gave way to envy.
ine erupted. “Lisa, what’s going on? How could you let someone else try on my dress<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Ms. Atkinson, your reserved dress is right here.” Lisa quickly presented a knee–length dress in a delicate shade of blush pink–a color ine usually
adored.
But now, ine didn’t care about her reserved dress. Amelia’s silver dress outshone everything. ine thought, ‘Tomorrow is Mrs. Donna Kingsley’s birthday party, and with Landon attending, I must be the center of attention.‘
“I want that one,” ine demanded, pointing imperiously at Amelia.
Amelia, browsing handbags with her back to themotion, frowned slightly. She wondered, ‘Where did this spoiled brate from?‘
“Apologies, but that dress is one of a kind,” Lisa said diplomatically. “How about you try on the one you reserved, Ms. Atkinson?”
“I don’t care. I want that one. Tell her to take it off,” ine snapped, her tone brimming with arrogance.
Lisa was <b>at </b><b>a </b>loss. “I…”
“Do you want me to call your manager and have you fired on the spot?” ine sneered, her voice dripping with menace.
Poor Lisa was caught between two high–profile customers and dared not say anything.
“Useless,” ine sneered scornfully. She raised her chin and marched straight toward Amelia. “Hey, the dress you’re wearing is mine. Take it off.”
“Hmm?” Amelia turned her head and looked at ine.
Having been raised by Melissa as nothing more than a tool for arranged marriages, Amelia was no stranger to petty dramas like this. Following her principle of politeness before the confrontation, she smiled faintly, ‘Apologies, but I’ve already imed this dress.<b>” </b>
“Then I’ll pay double for it. Take it off,” ine retorted.
Amelia smirked inwardly as ine tried to throw money at the problem. Unmoved, she said, “Ms. Atkinson, I’m afraid you won’t <b>fit </b>into a size S.”
ine’s expression froze momentarily before twisting in anger. “What does it matter if it fits? I’ll buy it just to let it sit in my closet.”
“Well, I’m not selling.” Amelia casually resumed browsing handbags. She thought, ‘I’ll never give up what I want to anyone anymore.‘
“I had this reserved.” ine stepped before Amelia<b>, </b>clearly not nning to back down without a fight.
Amelia was losing her patience when <b>a </b>calm voice interrupted, “Ms. Atkinson.”
ine finally noticed Landon, who was seated in the lounge area. “Landon?” Her face lit up. She immediately reced her scowl with <b>a </b>sweet <b>smile</b><b>, </b>hurrying to Landon. “Thank goodness, Landon. You’re finally recovered.”
“Not fully. I can only manage in a wheelchair for now,” Landon replied, his toneposed, his expression unreadable.
“Don’t lose hope. I just know you’ll be back to your old self soon,” ine said fervently, her eyes fixated on Landon.
To ine’s surprise, Landon’s recent illness had only made him even more attractive. Her returning this time had clearly been the <b>right </b>move.
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<b>“</b><b>Landon</b><b>, </b><b>why </b><b>are </b><b>you </b><b>here </b><b>alone</b><b>? </b><b>Are </b><b>you </b><b>picking </b><b>out </b><b>a </b>dress for Mrs. <b>Kingsley</b><b>? </b>I’d <b>be </b><b>happy </b><b>to </b><b>help</b><b>, </b><b>ine </b>offered <b>eagerly</b>.
<b>“</b><b>No</b><b>, </b><b>I’m </b>here <b>with </b><b>my </b>wife,” Landon replied nonchntly.
<b>ine’s </b>smile froze.
<b>Landon </b>gestured to Amelia. “Honey<b>, </b><be </b>over and meet Ms. Atkinson.”
<b>“</b><b>She’s </b>Amelia Edwards<b>?</b><b>” </b>ine asked, staring in disbelief at the woman in the silver fishtail dress.
“That’s right.” Landon extended his hand, his eyes warm and smiling as he watched Amelia approach. She walked gracefully in the silver <b>dress</b><b>, </b>each <b>step </b><b>captivating </b>Landon,
“Honey, this is ine Atkinson,” Landon said, holding Amelia’s hand with an unmistakable tenderness. “Did she scare you just <i>now</i>?”
“Not quite.” Amelia returned a polite, faint smile, her tone as calm as ever.
ine stared at the couple, her chest heaving with frustration. She thought, ‘Aren’t they supposed to be in a business arrangement? Everyone knows Amelia married Landon to im herte mother’s belongings<b>, </b>while the Kingsleys needed a temporarydy of the house. But this? This looks way too affectionate.‘
“Anything else catches your eye, Honey? Let’s get them all,” Landon asked.
“This dress will do.” Amelia tilted her head with a soft smile, and then added, “Though Ms. Atkinson seems to like it, too<b>.</b>”
“She can’t wear it,” Landon replied, patting Amelia’s hand.
ine’s face crumpled with indignation as she pinched her slight belly. “Landon, I am dieting, you know.”
<b>“</b>It still won’t fit,” Landon said tly, pulling out his card and handing it to Lisa. “Add the bag my wife was looking at, too.<b>” </b>
“Of course, Mr. Kingsley,” Lisa replied, swiftlypleting the purchase.
ine’s eyes gleamed with a sudden idea. She said coyly, “Landon, I spotted a dress I like too. Why don’t you cover it for me?”
“You didn’t bring money?” Landon asked.
ine nodded.
“I’ll call your brother. A bank transfer only takes a minute,” Landon replied.
ine’s smile froze. Her face contorted as if she had just swallowed a fly. She thought, ‘That’s not what I meant at all.‘
Amelia struggled to keep a straight face, almostughing out loud. She thought, ‘This guy really has <i>no </i>clue. ine wants him to gift her the dress<b>, </b><b>not </b>talk about bank transfers.‘
ine tried again. “Landon, can’t you just buy me a dress? Come on<b>, </b>given the rtionship between our families–”
“Stop right there. My wife is here. Watch what you say,” Landon interrupted firmly, his gaze softening as it shifted to Amelia.
Landon thought smugly, ‘Look how upright I am. Amelia must be so proud of me.’
Amelia’s polite smile faltered at Landon’s inner monologue. She thought, ‘Wait, he’s rejecting ine for my sake? Who said I needed him to stay <b>faithful</b><b>?</b>‘
<b>“</b><b>Go </b>change, Honey. Let’s grab lunch after,” Landon said.
Amelia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from reacting and turned to head to the fitting room.
The moment Amelia left, ine crouched beside Landon and began her attack. “Landon, she’s not good enough for you. Before you, she <b>was </b><b>entangled </b>
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<b>with </b>Zachary–”
“Ms. Atkinson, this is between my wife and me, and it’s none of your business.” Landon said coldly, his expression grim. “If you insult her again, don’t me me for being harsh.“.
ine said, “Landon, I’m just speaking the truth. Everyone in Norava knows she almost married Zachary. She’s not ”
“Brooke,” Landon called, cutting ine off.
Brooke, who had been waiting outside the store, immediately stepped in. Her expression was stern as she addressed ine. “Ms. Atkinson, please leave”
“Landon.” ine stomped in frustration.
Landon’s icy re bore into ine,manding authority without raising his voice.
ine’s indignation gave way to a flicker of fear, but she refused to yieldpletely. ‘How could a man as perfect as Landon belong to anyone bof me?” she thought.
ine’s eyes brimmed with tears as she stomped again. “You don’t need to throw me out. I’ll buy my dress and leave<i>.</i><i>” </i>With that, ine paid for her dress in a huff and stormed out, tears streaming down her face.
Momentster, Amelia emerged from the fitting room, catching sight of ine running out in tears. Puzzled, she asked, “What happened to her?”
“She badmouthed you, so I sent her away,” Landon replied.