Love in New Memories
Chapter 93 A Serious Threat
Amelia hid behind a nearby folding screen, frozen in place as if paralyzed.
She had always believed Dylan to be a rational, even emotionally detached man. Yet, to her surprise, he was deeply devoted. His beloved had been gone for seven years, and still, he waited, And judging by his tone. he intended to keep waiting.
Realizing she had overheard more than she should, she turned to find another exit. Just as she was about to leave, Jonathan swung the door open.
They collided directly.
Jonathan, dressed in a suit and visibly agitated, looked at her with thinly veiled disgust. “What are you doing here?”
He brushed off his jacket, as if something filthy had touched it, then grabbed Amelia by the collar and dragged her toward Dylan.
Rounding the screen, they came upon Dylan and Logan scated on a black couch. Jonathan flung Amelia onto an unoccupied two–seater, where she landed hard.
Jonathan gave a dry, sarcastic laugh and lit a cigarette. “She was hiding behind the screen, eavesdropping. Neither of you noticed?”
This private room was one of Jonathan’s favorites. Not because it was classy, but because it was chaotic enough to avoid his family’s watchful eyes. If they knew he was back, they’d surely pressure him into meeting the wife he never acknowledged.
He’d rather stay in such a place than face the arranged marriage.
Amelia winced from the impact but quickly steadied herself. “Mr. Hale, Mr. Chase. I ended up here by mistake.”
Jonathan snorted. “With how shady you looked, that’s hard to believe. Seems more like you were deliberately hiding. Amelia, didn’t I warn you before? Stay away from me, or I won’t be held responsible for what I might do.”
He punctuated the threat by pulling out a gun and snapping the magazine into place with practiced ease.
A cold chill climbed Amelia’s spine. He was serious and insane enough to bring a loaded weapon to a bar.
She instinctively ducked behind the couch where Dylan sat.
Holding a glass of liquor, Dylan spoke with calm authority. “Jonathan, put the gun down.”
Jonathan frowned but obeyed, setting the weapon aside with a scoff.
“Amelia, get out.” His words are sharp.
Amelia wasn’t naive. It was clear both Logan and Jonathan disliked her intensely. Though at least Logan didn’t threaten her with violence.
What on earth had she done in the past to earn such animosity?
By all logic, Dylan should feel the same way. So why had he intervened? Her thoughts churned. Perhaps it
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Chapter 93 A Serious Threat
was because of Nolan.
She gulped. “I’ll go now”
But just as she took a step, Dylan spoke again. “The men outside are waiting for you?”
She froze. Those drunk men were still outside.
The only reason they hadn’t stormed in was because of the powerful men in this room. If she left now, she’d walk straight into danger. But staying was no better, Jonathan’s glare was deadly enough.
Amelia took a steadying breath. She glanced around for another exit. There are only two doors, and no guarantee that either is safe,
After a long pause, she reluctantly sat down at the edge of the couch where Dylan sat.
He was near the center, but she curled into the far end, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Jonathan seemed ready to launch another insult, but upon seeing Dylan’s expression, he held his tongue and changed the subject. “Dylan,
When you two go back, don’t mention you saw me.”
Jonathan returned quietly on Dylan’s private jet. Almost no one knew he was back.
He had spent three years abroad, thinking his family would dismiss the arranged marriage. However, the woman had been a part of the Grant family for three years. She even lived in the house prepared for their married life,
Though he had never set foot in that house, just knowing he was technically “married” made his skin crawl. This time, he was back to end it, and he wanted his friends‘ help.
Dylan had also spent two years abroad, and he had met the woman in question.
“She’s not bad. Maybe you should give it a try,” Dylan said.
“What? Are you serious? She’s from a low–class family. If her parents hadn’t leveraged an old favor to manipulate my grandfather, would she ever have married in? What’s the difference between that and selling her off? She’s just a commodity the family traded for status.”
Disdain clouded Jonathan’s eyes as he twirled his glass. “She’s good at playing the long game. No one but my grandfather visited her in three years, yet she never complained. Looks like she’s determined to hold onto that title, no matter what.”
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