<h4>Chapter 472: Unexpected show of mercy</h4>
Amelie’s most troublesome fear was what if someone attacked them or Noah during the weing ceremony. Fortunately, everything went well, and the event came to an end on a good note. The tired pup had slept off after getting blessings from so many people.
As she entered the bedroom, she first changed Noah’s clothes and put him into afortable one.
"Noah enjoyed the event. I saw him radiating his smile to everyone," Flora remarked. "It’s good that he has a cheerful personality." She gently moved the cradle and added, "You looked troubled even during the event. Is it because of what’s happening here? The news about Juniper has spread everywhere."
"The pce is usually full of drama. But that doesn’t trouble me. What bothers me is that Ophelia is trying hard to harm me or Gabriel. It scares me seeing her resentment towards us. We both don’t even remember anything, yet the evil witch is pinning everything on us. If not for this ring, I think she would have hurt me by now," Amelie said, lowering her head to look at the ring.
Flora moved closer to Amelie and gently ced a hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine," she assured her sister. "Carlos and his grandmother have promised you that they would end the witch. And no one can harm Noah. Did you not hear the divination? Who knows, he will protect you from all of this." Flora’s calm words gradually soothed Amelie’s racing heart.
"Thank you, Flora," Amelie whispered, epting thefort. The brief silence ended as a new thought brightened her expression. "By the way, I saw Zander lingering around you. He’s quite adamant about having you as his mate. Are you still refusing his courtship?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
"I’m not refusing it," Flora replied, her gaze bing distant. "I told you, returning to the Red River Pack will mean the anger from everyone. Whenever I think about what I did, I feel pathetic."
"Hmm. I thought you were fighting well with your past," Amelie said, her expression softening as she squeezed Flora’s hands. "Visit the pack sometimes. You have many beautiful memories there. I know this. You may not speak about them, but you do miss having those old times when everything was well."
"Let’s drop it," Flora urged, the reminder of the past clearly painful.
Amelie didn’t argue, simply nodding and giving a quiet "Hmm." Just then, she sensed a familiar presence. Gabriel’s scent was suddenly too sharp, too close, signaling his return.
"You’ve to go. Gabriel hase," Amelie said quickly, her tone dropping to an urgent whisper. "Goodnight." She gave her sister’s cheek a loving pat. Flora nodded, waved a silent farewell, and swiftly slipped out of the room just moments before Gabriel entered the bedroom.
"You didn’t go to bed yet," Gabriel observed, his voice low with fatigue and concern.
"How could I? I’ve been waiting for your return," Amelie replied, walking toward the dressing table. Gabriel’s eyes went straight to the cradle, checking on their son first before turning his attention to Amelie. She was already beginning to remove her ornaments one by one, the jewels clinking softly as they were ced on the ss surface.
"Everything went well," Gabriel said, offering an assurance about his recent activities as he suddenly appeared right behind her. He ced hisrge hands gently on her shoulders, his presence a solidfort. "Want me to remove the gown?" he asked, his voice softening.
"Yes," Amelie responded simply, arching her back slightly as she gathered her hair to the front.
Gabriel pulled down the zip slowly, moving even closer. His lips pressed her nape, making her curl her fists.
"Gabriel, if you’re going to stop, then you better not start. It’s–it’s not easy to resist," Amelie said.
Gabriel pulled the zipper down, speaking close to her ear. "Then, I can’t start. I wanted to wait one month to end," he asserted, referencing a necessary period before resuming their intimacy.
He then shifted the topic to the day’s event. "Did you like today’s event? Noah looked quite happy. He didn’t cry at all. I thought he would be displeased seeing so many people," he murmured.
"Yes," Amelie replied, turning around to face him. Her focus, however, was already elsewhere. "I think Carlos’ grandmother is sick," she shared, worry etched into her expression. "I tried connecting with him, but he didn’t respond. Should we visit him? But then, Noah is too small and we can’t leave him alone," she murmured, torn between her responsibilities.
"I can go to see him and his grandmother with Casaio. You stay here with Noah," Gabriel immediately decided, offering a solution. "He helped us in the time of need, and if we don’t be a part of his troubles, that willbel us as selfish," he affirmed.
"But Brother Casaio might be busy with his own work," Amelie countered gently, walking to the cupboard and taking out a nightdress. She was still worried about imposing on their friend.
"Cas has many underlings to work for him," Gabriel opined easily, dismissing her concern. He began to remove his own waistcoat, letting it drop to a nearby chair. "I will talk to him in the morning regarding this," he added, establishing the n firmly.
Amelie hummed softly and took her nightdress into the washroom. Meanwhile, Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed and checked his phone. His attention instantly focused on a new message from Eric, the spy whom Karmen had nted to keep tabs on Juniper.
Gabriel immediately dialed the spy’s number and waited for him to answer.
"Eric, Juniper is sent back to the house!?" he demanded with surprise and concern.
"Yes, Sir," Eric confirmed. "But so far she has done nothing. She hasn’te out of the room since the evening," he added, providing thetest detail.
"Alright. Keep a close watch on her," Gabriel ordered curtly before ending the call. He lowered the phone, his brow furrowed in thought. "Nick freed her. I thought he would punish June to death without finding the truth," he muttered to himself, clearly troubled by this unexpected show of mercy or caution from Nick.