I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace envelop me. "I never knew love could feel like this," I murmured, my voice filled with contentment.
"Me neither," he replied, his fingers gently playing with my hair. "But I wouldn't trade i...
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Amelia Harrington
He just came in, and I instantly tensed, fearing he might bring up the incident from the morning, but he acted like nothing had happened. When he asked for my phone number, I got confused. How do I give him a number when I don't even have a phone?
His brow furrowed when he asked, "You don't have a phone?" I shook my head in response. The disbelief on his face was almost amusing. He seemed to be processing this as if I'd said something bizarre. Was it really that strange? I mean, Father never let me have one.
Tyler stared at me for a moment, long enough to confirm I wasn't joking. Then, without saying another word, he pulled out his phone and made a call. I watched him closely, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Yes, Mr. Klein. I need a favor," he said in that cold, commanding tone I recognized from the few times he'd spoken to my father. He paused briefly. "Yes, I'll text you the details. I need it delivered in thirty minutes. Understood?"
Thirty minutes? What could he possibly be ordering that fast? I fidgeted, unsure whether I was supposed to say something. He glanced up at me, his expression softening again.
"Did you eat anything yet?" he asked, his voice suddenly gentle again, so different from the one that had just commanded over the phone. I hesitated. Wait, wasn't I supposed to be punished for oversleeping?
I shook my head timidly. He raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "Well, I didn't have breakfast either. Come, let's eat together."
He extended his hand toward me, and I blinked. Was he serious? I looked at his hand, then at him. It didn't seem like a joke, so, cautiously, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lead me downstairs.
When we reached the dining room, an older woman who seemed warm and kind greeted us. "This is Lilian, our maid. And Lily, this is Amelia... my wife."
There it was again—"my wife." Every time he said it, a mix of emotions hit me. Was I really his wife, though?
Lilian's kind eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, dear. I hope we can get along."
I smiled back at her, nodding slightly. She waited for me to say something, and when I didn't, Tyler stepped in, "Amelia can't speak."
Her expression shifted to one of concern, but it didn't feel patronizing. "Oh, I see. Well, we'll still be good friends, dear."
Friends? I hadn't heard that word directed at me in so long. Amber had always been my only friend. A wide, goofy grin spread across my face. I must've looked ridiculous, but I couldn't help it. I felt warm. Lilian gave me an encouraging smile, and I felt a lightness in my chest I hadn't felt in a long time.
Tyler chuckled at my expression, and I snapped out of my thoughts, my smile disappearing as I tried to look composed again.
We sat down to eat, and when I reached to pull out my chair, he beat me to it, holding it open for me. I blinked. No one had ever done that before. I felt awkward but grateful as I took my seat. He just smiled at me, sitting across from me. It was... strange. Comfortable, but strange.
