<b>Chapter </b><b>109 </b>
<b>Amelia </b>chuckled. She thought, <b>‘</b><b>So </b>that’s ine’s n? She wanted my dress. Not a chance!
<b>“</b>What are youughing at? You betterpensate me with a new dress, or I won’t let this go.” ine raised her voice, her wide eyes brimming <b>with </b>tears <b>ready </b><b>to </b><b>sob </b>her heart out for everyone to see.
This dramatic routine–crying, whining, and throwing a tantrum–Amelia had seen Henry and his family pull off pfenty of times. She knew it like <b>the </b>back <b>of </b><b>her </b>hand.
Cynthia frowned, thinking, ‘Is Amelia going to cry first?‘
However, Amelia snatched the wine ss from ine’s hand and sshed it all over her.
The room went silent. Everyone stared in shock, wondering how Amelia dared to do that in front of so many people.
“Amelia<b>, </b>are you out of your mind?” ine shrieked, her face drenched, her makeup smudged. She red at Amelia in disbelief.
“You keep using me of throwing wine at you,” Amelia sneered. “Well, I figured I’d make it worth your while.”
<b>“</b><b>You</b>…” ine trembled with rage, thinking, ‘How could Amelia dare do this in front of everyone?‘
“Fine, I’ll get you a new dress,” Amelia said, setting the wine ss down. Then she turned toward Landon. “Darling, you saw all of that, right?”
“Brilliant work.” Landon smirked, clearly amused. He turned to Aaron and instructed, “What are you waiting for? Go get her the dress.”
“Right away.” Aaron immediately left the room.
ine thought, ‘I finally got the silver mermaid gown Landon bought. Once I slim down and wear it<b>, </b>it’ll feel like being wrapped in his affection. A ssh of wine is a small price to pay. Totally worth it.
‘But one day, I’ll return the favor–tenfold, a hundred fold. I’ll make Amelia regret it until she’s crying and begging.
“Ms. Atkinson, my apologies. Let me take you to change,” Cynthia said. Only then did ine leave with Cynthia.
“Can you get the exact same one? I’m not giving away my dress,” Amelia whispered.
Amelia hadn’t acted recklessly when she sshed ine earlier. Just before doing it, she had caught Landon’s inner thoughts, ‘Don’t hold back. Give her what she deserves. I’ll handle the consequences.‘ That was all the reassurance she needed to boldly promise a recement.
Landon took Amelia’s hand and smiled, “Yes. But you’ll have to cover the cost yourself.”
“Okay,” Amelia agreed. ine’s little tricks and schemes were painfully immature. All that fuss was just to get her hands on a dress Landon had bought. But Amelia wouldn’t let ine have that satisfaction.
“Ms. Atkinson has always been a bit spoiled. Let’s not hold it against her. Carry <b>on</b><b>, </b>everyone.” Gloria skillfully redirected the guests. In just a few words, she’d not only distanced Amelia from any wrongdoing but also restored the lively atmosphere.
The guests exchanged knowing smiles. Maybe ine had orchestrated the drama<b>, </b>but Amelia had thrown a drink in the end. Still, Gloria’s fierce loyalty <b>to </b>her family was as unshakable as ever.
“Amelia, you certainly have a sharp edge.” Patrick strolled over with a ss of wine, his toneced with mockery.
“I have to teach her a lesson,” Amelia said, lightly brushing her finger over the rose–shaped ring on her hand. Her tone was sharp,ced <b>with </b><b>meanin </b>She thought<b>, </b>‘If Patrick dares hurt Landon again, I’ll make sure to knock him out with a good dose of anesthetic.‘
“Nice ring. But…” Patrick frowned as he nced at Landon. “You’re married yet haven’t given her a proper <b>wedding </b>ring<b>?</b><b>” </b>
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Chapter <b>109 </b>
We’ll <b>get </b><b>one </b>when <b>we </b><b>have </b><b>the </b><b>wedding </b>ceremony,” <b>Landon </b>said.
<b>Amelia </b><b>thought</b>, “<b>What </b>a pipe dream! Once you recover, we’re heading straight for a divorce. What wedding <b>are </b>you talking <b>about</b><b>? </b>
<b>Patrick </b>said<b>, </b><b>“</b>What if you never get back on your feet? Maybe you should just buy the rings now to avoid giving anyone ideas about <b>swooping </b>in and recing you.” He crouched down, resting one hand lightly on Landon’s knee.
Amelia’s heart raced. Panic overrode her cure, and she shoved Patrick away.
Patrick had merely wanted to check if Landon’s legs had any sensation, but Amelia’s sudden reaction caught him off guard. He toppled backward<b>, </bnding awkwardly on the floor. The ss in his hand shattered, scattering across the ground.
Seeing the opportunity, Patrick deliberately pressed his right hand into the ss shards. He groaned and held up his bleeding hand. “Landon, Amelia is trying to kill me.”
Amelia frowned, thinking, ‘I just wanted to protect Landon. How did it end up with Patrick getting hurt? Great, now Cynthia’s definitely going to make <b>a </b>
scene.‘
“Patrick, what happened to your hand?” Cynthia rushed over<b>, </b>grabbing Patrick’s injured hand and eximing dramatically.
The mix of blood and red wine on Patrick’s palm made the injury look far more gruesome than it actually was.
“Amelia, are you out of your mind? First, <b>you </b>offended Ms.
was loud enough to draw every guest’s attention again.
Inson, and now you hurt Patrick? Are you here to ruin this birthday party<b>?</b>” Cynthia’s voice
Amelia was furious but kept her faceposed. “Patrick, I’d appreciate it if you stayed away from Landon. Otherwise, I might mistake you for a threat and identally hurt you again.”
“Amelia, you’re overthinking it.” Patrick frowned. “I only wanted to check if Landon’s legs were recovering.”
“Is that so?” Amelia replied. “Then my apologies. I’ve been on edgetely. There are always people trying to harm Landon. It makes me jumpy. I’d suggest you avoid touching him from now on–wouldn’t want any more unfortunate ‘idents!”
Amelia’s calm words carried a pointed message to everyone present. Someone was out to hurt Landon.
The guests‘ expressions shifted. They began to remember something from the past.
Over four months ago, Landon’s car ident, which left him in a vegetative state, had dominated the Norava trending news. People hadmented the fall of a promising young talent.
Then came the revtion that Keh had tampered with Landon’s car<b>, </b>causing the ident. Now, after Amelia’s words, it seemed this might not have been Keh’s act alone but part of arger scheme involving Henry and his family.
“What nonsense are you talking about, Amelia?” Cynthia was furious, raising her hand to strike Amelia.
Patrick quickly grabbed Cynthia’s wrist,ughing, “Mom, Amelia didn’t mean to hurt me.”
“Didn’t mean to? Look at your hand–it’s bleeding,” Cynthia eximed<b>, </b>clearly distressed. She thought, ‘Yesterday, Landon broke Patrick’s ribs, and today, Amelia injured him. These two are like jinx for my family.’
“It’s fine. With Amelia looking out for Landon, we should be grateful,” Patrick said. “Landon is the pir of the Kingsley family. I hope that you <b>won’t </b>hesitate to protect him when real threats approach him, Amelia.”
Patrick maintained his poised, polite demeanor as if they had simply been joking and Amelia had only hurt Patrick identally.
The guests smiled and returned to their celebrations.
Patrick sessfully redirected everyone’s attention and turned the situation around.
Amelia couldn’t hold back her frustration. “Damn it, how shameless.”
“Honey, looks like I’ll be relying on you for protection from now on,” Landon said with a grin.
Amelia’s temper red even more. “Why didn’t you scold him?”
“It’s enough that you’re standing up for me,” Landon said. He’d long seen through Patrick’s tactics.
The little episode just now was merely an appetizer. The main course was yet toe.
she asked. “Amelia, where’s my dress?” ine stormed out of the changing room, barely containing her excitement as
Amelia nced at Landon, and Landon looked at Aaron.
Aaron responded, “Ms. Atkinson, please wait a moment. It’s on its way.”
“Landon, your wife really doesn’t know how to behave. You should teach her some manners,” ine said as she tried to sit beside Landon.
Landon immediately moved his wheelchair, creating distance between them. ine was speechless.
“Mrs. Kingsley, the dress is here. How would you like to pay?” the manager asked.
“Swipe my card.” Amelia pulled out her credit card and made the payment. She thought, ‘A whopping 56 thousand dors<b>, </b>ouch. Thankfully, I’m now a bit of a wealthy woman myself and could afford it.‘
“Thank you, Mrs. Kingsley.” The manager didn’t dare meet ine’s gaze, quickly retreating after the payment was made.
ine was stunned, muttering, “How could it be Amelia paying?”
“This is her mess. She’s responsible for it,” Landon smiled. “Ms. Atkinson, are you happy now?”
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