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Even though Amelia knew Milly was pregnant, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of jealousy. If she still loved Nolan, she would probably be in tears by now, devastated.
Although Amelia sounded harsh, her hands trembled slightly as she pushed the wheelchair.
Fragments of memories with Nolan suddenly flashed through her mind. They had grown up together, after all–it was impossible not to develop feelings for him after so many years.
She continued pushing Dylan’s wheelchair forward, and the manager of Nocturne, startled, hurried over to help.
“Ms. Summers, if I may?”
Amelia figured Dylan probably didn’t want to see her right now–after all, things had already gotten awkward between them in the elevator.
She stepped aside and said, “Mr. Rowe isn’t here tonight. Please take Mr. Hale home.”
The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Of course! It’s my duty.”
Amelia stood where she was, unmoving.
Assuming she had something to say to him, Nolan quickly stepped forward to explain.
“Milly’s pregnancy was an accident.”
Hearing this, Amelia couldn’t help but laugh.
“Did she force you to sleep with her? Nolan, can’t you even take responsibility for this? The child she’s carrying is yours.”
A wave of mortification washed through Nolan, but he still refused to let go of her hand.
“Aren’t you upset at all?”
The two of them were standing so close together that from Dylan’s perspective, it looked as if they were embracing.
Dylan averted his gaze. Once the manager wheeled him outside, he motioned for him to stop and said, “Go back to work.”
The manager’s heart sank. He rarely dared to speak to Dylan, and interacting with him today made him feel like he was walking on thin ice. Every step he took left his back drenched in cold sweat.
Relief washed over him as soon as Dylan told him to leave.
“Of course, Mr. Hale. Take care!”
He kept his head hung low as he retreated, only daring to straighten once he was back in the lobby.
Dylan’s wheelchair stopped beside a black car. The car door opened, and Logan stepped out.
Flamboyant as he always was, Logan never had his shirt buttoned above his chest. Yet when it came to Dylan, he was careful and gentle.
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He set up the car’s ramp, pushed the wheelchair up, then glanced back toward the lobby. From his angle, he could see Amelia and Nolan standing together. He let out a cold snort but said nothing.
He got into the car and slammed the door shut.
On the other side, Amelia’s wrist was still in Nolan’s grip. She had tried several times to break free, but couldn’t.
It was as if Nolan was obsessed–he needed to see Amelia’s heart break before he could feel satisfied.
“Let go!”
Amelia lifted her foot and kicked him right where it hurt most.
Nolan doubled over, his face turning pale from the pain.
Amelia!”
Amelia took several steps back, but instead of leaving, she headed toward the private room where Eric was. She hadn’t forgotten the reason she’d come tonight.
Sharon still hadn’t called her, which probably meant she’d succeeded.
Amelia waited near the private room for an hour, and only when she saw Sharon helping Eric out did she finally go home.
The next morning, as soon as she woke up, she used another number to text Jessica, telling her to catch Eric in the act.
Over the years, Jessica had received countless provocative messages like this, but she’d always ignored them. No matter how Eric fooled around outside, as long as she remained his wife, nothing else mattered.
She intended to ignore it as usual, but this time, another message came through–a photo.
The person with Eric was none other than her own sister, Sharon!
Jessica was so shocked she sprang to her feet. She didn’t care how many women Eric messed around with, but how could he get involved with her own sister? And Sharon hadn’t bothered with her figure for years- how could he even stomach having sex with her?
Trembling all over, she immediately called Eric–but it was Sharon who answered.
“Sorry, Jessica. Your man spent the night with me,” she said, her triumphant tone was all too fitting for someone so petty.
Jessica was momentarily speechless. Fury surged through her as she drove straight to Nocturne.
There were private suites upstairs at Nocturne, reserved for VIP clients to rest.
Jessica went straight to Eric’s rooth, but there were strict rules–staff weren’t allowed to open guests‘ doors without permission. So she stood outside, pounding on the door, making such a racket that it quickly drew the attention of others.
At this point, she no longer cared about appearances. She had always looked down on Sharon, yet now the very woman she despised most had slept with her husband–the man she’d once taken pride in winning. The humiliation was unbearable.
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Soon, people from other rooms in the corridor came out to watch. They were all from the same social circle, and many of the men weren’t accompanied by their wives.
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