Chapter 97 Two Different Worlds
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Amelia took a deep breath. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she had the distinct feeling that Dylan’s gaze had landed on her. It wasn’t warm, but it was intensely focused, unflinchingly direct.
“Are you done talking? You think highly of yourself. Do you think I’ve lost my mind because of your wedding? Where’s the evidence for your imagination?”
But Nolan was convinced her recent odd behavior had been caused by emotional overload. He reached our and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Alright, I’ll take you to see a psychiatrist after work.”
Amelia had had enough. Without hesitation, she lifted her knee and struck him square in the most vulnerable spot.
Nolan doubled over in pain, face drained of color.
“Amelia!”
She felt much better until she looked up and met Dylan’s eyes. Her whole body froze.
Amelia had just attacked a member of the Hale family right in front of Dylan. He couldn’t possibly be okay with that.
“Mr. Hale, I didn’t mean to, I just…”
But under his gaze, even the most carefully rehearsed excuse felt childish and transparent.
He averted his gaze and lowered his lashes. “Go clean the archive room. Stay there for a day.”
A surprisingly mild punishment.
Amelia quickly nodded. “Yes. Right away.”
The moment she exited the office, she rushed to the Hale Corporation’s archive room.
Once she was gone, the only ones left were Nolan and a pale–faced Nolan.
Still bent over slightly, Nolan tried to recover his dignity. “I’ll take her to a psychiatrist later. I think something’s really off with her.”
Dylan looked through the file and replied in a neutral tone, “Are you sure it’s because of you?”
Something in the question struck a nerve.
A ridiculous thought surfaced again. One he couldn’t entirely suppress. The words slipped out before he could think better of it.
“I slept with Amelia.”
The entire room fell into silence, like someone had pressed pause.
place.
Nolan didn’t dare look up. The pressure in the room was suffocating. Still, pride kept him roote
“We grew up together. Things escalated. I couldn’t help it. It was my fault.” His hands curled slowly at his
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sides, fingertips trembling.
“Dylan, aren’t you visiting Ms. Grant’s grave today?” A gentle reminder not to forget the one who’d passed
Nolan didn’t know why his heart was beating so fast. Dylan was the most powerful man in Solandis. He couldn’t possibly care about someone like Amelia, not after the accident.
He wasn’t trying to demean her. But the darker part of him couldn’t help it. The silence stretched until Dylan finally responded.
“If you cared about her, you wouldn’t talk about her that way.”
Just one sentence, and the difference between them was clear.
Nolan lowered his head, biting down hard. “I just wanted to remind you. She used to be mine.”
“Leave,” Dylan said, and said nothing more. His eyes stayed on the document in front of him, calm and unreadable, as though he hadn’t heard a thing.
Nolan faltered. Had he imagined it all? Amelia and Dylan were definitely from different worlds.
Even after Nolan left the office, he felt sick. His face had turned pale. He suddenly thought that maybe it was for the best if Amelia married someone like Felix.
The archive room was massive, around 300 square meters.
Amelia had come prepared for hours of cleaning. But inside, she found the space spotless, clearly maintained by staff. There was nothing left to do.
Amelia grabbed a random book, laid it over her face, and settled in for a nap. She was enjoying her rest without a shred of shame.
She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep when someone lifted the book from her face.
Drowsy–eyed, she opened them and saw Dylan standing over her. Amelia jolted upright in shock.
Dylan glanced at the book’s cover and, with his low, magnetic voice, read aloud the title. “Living with My Male Boss?”
What! Why was that even here?
She’d only grabbed something to block the light. She hadn’t even looked at the title!
A staff member must’ve left it behind..
Amelia’s face went crimson in an instant. Her scalp tingled. She scrambled to explain. “That’s not mine.”
The door was closed. Dylan stood beside her, no longer in his wheelchair. The afternoon sunlight streamed in, casting warm light over both of them.
He flipped the book open casually.
Amelia was mortified. The title alone said enough. She didn’t even want to imagine the contents.
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Amelia snatched the book from his hands and flung it across the room.
“Mr. Hale, that kind of book’s bad for your eyes. Better not read it.”
Dylan was dressed in his usual black suit. He glanced at her flushed face, then looked away.
“I told you to clean up. Not nap.”
“I’m sorry.”
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