Chapter 98 A Sacred Moment
Amelia quickly apologized.
Dylan slowly returned to his wheelchair, his presence aloof and quiet, his tone as cool as ever Come with
- me.
“Right now?”
Yes.”
Amelia moved to push his wheelchair. “Okay”
It was during work hours, but if Dylan gave an order, she had no choice.
Besides, she wasn’t stupid. Building rapport with Dylan wasn’t a bad idea. He was rational, unlike Jonathan. who threatened violence at every turn.
They arrived at the underground garage. She thought Nathan would be joining, but the driver’s seat was
empty
She asked, puzzled, “Am I driving?”
Dylan was already settled in the back, eyes half–closed. “Or should I?”
She didn’t even dare joke about that. “No, no. Of course I’ll drive. Where to, Mr. Hale?”
“Evergreen Cemetery.”
Amelia’s fingers stiffened on the wheel. A chill crept up her back.
Evergreen Cemetery…
In the past few days, she’d looked into Ms. Grant. Rumor had it that she was buried there. And from what she’d heard, you couldn’t even buy a plot there without power and connections. Those buried within were all of considerable stature.
It was heavily guarded and entry required facial verification.
Amelia’s palms began to sweat. If Ms. Grant’s death really had something to do with her, and now Dylan was bringing her there alone. Could this be about revenge?
She swallowed hard and glanced at the rearview mirror, only to meet his
There was no doubt that Dylan’s face was a masterpiece. No matter how many times she looked, it was hard not to marvel at how fate had favored him.
But with that face clouded by cold hostility, it was terrifying. She forced a smile, doing her best to hold steady.
“Are you visiting someone, Mr. Hale?”
Normally, he’d have a file on his lap. Today, his hands were empty, his mood low. He was deep. ithdrawn.
“Yes.”
Chapter 98 A Sacred Moment
Amelia sensed his mood, she didn’t dare press further
But after ten minutes, he spoke first. “Why’d you stop asking?”
The question hovered over her like a threat.
She gulped. “Someone important?”
“Yes” He rested his chin lightly on one hand, gazing out the window. “When she passed, I completely fell apart.”
Amelia felt a strange chill. As much as she feared him, she couldn’t deny that he was a man of devotion
Some said men like him were only found in elite families. But in her world of wealth and vanity, most richt heirs played carelessly. A man like Dylan, who mourned a woman year after year for seven years, was rare
Even now, his expression said it all. To be loved and remembered like this by a man like him. Ms. Grant had been one of a kind.
Amelia didn’t say another word. When they arrived at Evergreen Cemetery, she parked the car in silence.
The entrance was imposing. Armed guards stood at attention.
Someone must’ve recognized the car because the heavy gates opened without delay.
Beyond the gate lay an endless series of steps. Who knew where the grave actually was?
Just as Amelia stopped the car, someone approached to open the car door.
Dylan looked fatigued. His voice was faint. “Wait here.”
She didn’t dare disobey. “Yes, of course.”
He glanced at her, eyes heavy, complex.
She quickly looked away, spine rigid with tension.
He said nothing else and slowly wheeled himself toward one of the buildings. Only after Dylan was gone did she dare to breathe, exhaling deeply.
She stood by the car waiting. After half an hour, another car pulled up. Jonathan stepped out.
She had nowhere to hide.
Jonathan spotted her at once, raising an eyebrow in malice as he walked over. “What are you doing here? Finally realized your life wasn’t worth /much?”
Amelia took two steps back and immediately brought up Dylan. “I came with Mr. Hale. He’s inside.”
The warning was telling him not to try anything..
Jonathan scoffed, giving her a slow once–over. “Funny. You’re not nearly as bold as you used to be. What happened to that fire when you used to scream in my face?”
Amelia frowned. More than one person had hinted at what she used to be like. She was brazen and reckless,
like she had a death wish.
Lave in New Memories.
