Chapter 27 An Awkward Encounter in the Suite
Timothy had just been slapped by Logan in front of a crowd and warned by the cops not to cause trouble in the near future. Now, he remained silent.
Felix grew anxious in an instant, “Timothy, don’t tell me you’re chickening out? Are you really that afraid of your cousin?”
Felix’s words struck a nerve. In the Chase family, Logan’s word was law. Whoever he wanted gone would have no choice but to leave. Of course Timothy was afraid.
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Timothy abruptly stood, veins bulging on his forehead. “Wouldn’t it be easy for you to deal with her? You’re Nolan’s uncle. Amelia has always tried to win favor with your family. Wasn’t she the one who used to grovel and play victim?”
“Exactly. Now I don’t know what’s gotten into her. That bitch actually dared to throw something at me.
Timothy’s gaze darkened, like a venomous snake lying in wait. “You make the first move. If you can’t handle it, I’ll step in afterward.”
“Fine. I’ll make her wish she were dead.”
That night, Amelia ended up staying at a hotel again. It was Dylan’s suite, no less.
She had taken the card with her when she left in the morning. After spending the afternoon dealing with house–hunting, she was too exhausted to think and simply swiped the card to enter.
Amelia leaned back on the sofa, letting out a yawn.
Half–asleep, she became aware of the sound of running water coming from the master bedroom’s bathroom. When she lifted her head, she saw Dylan.
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He was drying his hair, a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t in his wheelchair this time. His feet were on the floor, but his steps were slow and deliberate.
Amelia snapped fully awake and immediately stood up from the couch.
Dylan didn’t move from where he stood. He casually ran the towel through his hair again, glancing toward the door, seemingly wondering how she had gotten in.
It was the first time Amelia had seen him with chest exposed. Water droplets trailed from his neck, sliding down his toned torso before disappearing beneath the towel.
She averted her gaze. “Mr. Hale, we meet again.”
“This is my room,” he replied.
Amelia felt awkward. She must have been so tired that she’d mindlessly swiped the card without considering anything else.
Dylan moved slowly, needing to steady himself against walls or furniture.
Despite this, his back remained perfectly straight, giving him the unyielding strength of a desert date- resilient and indomitable.
Almost instinctively, Amelja stepped forward to support his arm. “Apologies, I was too tired tonight and
Chapter 27 An Awkward Encounter in the sulfe
didn’t think it through. I’ll book another room right away
Her palm touched his skin. Fresh from his shower, it felt cold under her hand.
He pulled his arm away, his face expressionless, “You can use the couch for one more night.
When someone is truly exhausted, their brain feels like it’s pounding, as though all they need is a pillow to fall asleep.
“Alright, thank you, Mr. Hale,” Amelia thanked.
Since he didn’t want her help, there was no need to insist. She turned to leave but paused when she saw him heading toward the hair dryer.
His movements were still slow and deliberate. Amelia quickly stepped forward. “Are you trying to dry your hair? Let me help you.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she grabbed the hair dryer from the cabinet. But the cord accidentally hit her forehead, causing her to stumble backward several steps–straight into a solid wall of muscle.
Dylan’s legs were still in rehabilitation, so he could barely stand or walk. The collision sent him falling backward onto the bed.
Amelia held the hair dryer, immediately realized what had happened and tried to turn around to help.
In doing so, her clothes snagged on Dylan’s bath towel which was the only thing he had on. As it started to come loose, his expression darkened.
“Amelia!” She froze, immediately shutting her eyes. Though she’d only caught a glimpse, she couldn’t help but internally acknowledge something.
Dylan was undeniably impressive, in every possible way. She hadn’t done it on purpose.
Dylan avoided her gaze, his jaw clenched. His wrist, pressed against the bed for support, was taut and rigid.
“Get out.” He grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over his lower body.
Amelia opened her eyes cautiously, avoiding looking directly at him. “Alright. Mr. Hale, rest well.”
The awkwardness of the situation completely dispelled any sleepiness she had.
As the door clicked shut behind her, the master bedroom fell into complete silence.
Dylan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. One arm covered his eyes, his thoughts unclear.
His damp hair left water stains on the sheets, spreading a faint chill through the fabric.
Despite his typically cold demeanor, something about him had shifted. It was as if some invisible restraint had been broken, and his entire being radiated an inexplicable allure.
Amelia opened the door again, her voice still tinged with embarrassment. “Mr. Hale, I’ve booked another room, so I won’t disturb you tonight. Goodnight.”
She had intended to leave directly, but after some thought, felt it was only polite to say goodbye.
For a long moment, the room remained silent before a muffled reply came. “Okay.”
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Chapter 27 An Awkward Encounter in the Suite
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Amelia went to her new room, ready to finally get some rest. As she laid down, her phone buzzed with a notification from the work group chat.
