Poor Driver Kissed Billionaire Heiress To Save Her Life, Then This Happened
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But it wasn’t Amelia he was talking to.
Don’t worry, Chinedu whispered.
Everything is moving well.
Soon, I’ll have full access to her accounts.
Dennis’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.
He wanted to speak up, but kept quiet.
It wasn’t his place, at least not yet.
Back home, Amelia tried to bury herself in work, but her mind wandered.
She found a hotel guest card tucked into Chinedu’s newspaper.
The date on it was only 2 days ago.
She stared at it, her chest tightening.
Another meeting or something more.
When Chinadu came back that night, he was cheerful, acting as though everything was normal.
He hugged her and laughed through dinner.
But Amelia wasn’t fooled.
Something inside her told her the cracks in their perfect life were about to split wide open.
She hardly slept that night.
She kept turning in bed, replaying the day in her mind.
Her father’s ledger, the hotel card, Chinedu’s sweet but slippery words.
She wanted to push the doubts away, but they clung to her.
Morning came with another rush.
Chinedu left early again, briefcase in hand, voice filled with his usual charm.
Don’t wait up for me, baby,” he said, kissing her cheek before stepping into the car.
Dennis opened the door for him like always, silent and steady.
Amelia stood at the doorway, watching them drive out, a heaviness settling on her chest.
She went back inside, determined to distract herself with paperwork, but her thoughts would not leave her alone.
