Chapter 6 Do You Really Think Jaxton Loves You

Amelia couldn't even speak smoothly because of her shock.

Wyatt continued to hold out his hand, his voice steady as he responded, "What makes it inappropriate?"

Nothing about this felt quite appropriate, yet Amelia couldn't explain why.

She suddenly felt the room's temperature rise.

Her hand was just about to grasp the ring when a sharp knock echoed at the door.

From the hallway, Davin's voice called out, "Mr. Stewart, we need to go. The event is starting."

Relief swept through Amelia.

Letting her gaze linger on the ring, she said, "Maybe we should wait until my engagement ends to do this, Mr. Stewart. You are clearly busy now. I will head down first."

Not giving him a chance to answer, she swept out of the lounge.

Anyone watching would think she was fleeing from a ghost.

Wyatt watched her retreat, the corners of his mouth lifting in quiet amusement.

At least she hadn't rejected him putting on the ring for her, right?

Instead of waiting for the elevator, Amelia darted toward the stairs, eager to put distance between herself and that room.

It was only when she reached the stairs that she felt she could breathe normally again.

"Amelia, is that you?"

Just as Amelia was about to descend the stairs, Dayna appeared from around the corner.

Her earlier meeting with Wyatt drifted through Amelia's thoughts. She studied Dayna, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Weren't you supposed to be with Jaxton? Why are you here?"

"Seems to me I should be the one asking you that, Amelia."

"What are you trying to say?"

Amelia could not be sure if Dayna had seen anything. Still, something wary flickered in her eyes when she heard those words, though her face showed no sign of change.

Dressed in a sleek black dress, Dayna walked over to her. "Amelia, Jaxton cares about only one woman, and it isn't you. Even with your engagement, you cannot force his feelings. Why are you still clinging to him?"

Amelia fell silent at Dayna's words.

Smugness danced in Dayna's gaze as she savored Amelia's quiet. "If you're smart, you'll let Jaxton go before you embarrass yourself further."

"Dayna, do you really think Jaxton loves you?" Amelia asked.

"Without a doubt."

The sight of Dayna's absolute confidence made Amelia let out a low laugh. "Funny, I once believed he loved me, too."

Memories of Jaxton's vow to Katrina, promising he'd cherish her, drifted through her mind.

Before Dayna could respond, Amelia continued with a smile, "If he really loves you, then why doesn't he break off his engagement with me? Why is he just keeping you as the other woman? Tell me, Dayna-does that sound like real love to you?"

Dayna was stunned by Amelia's words.

With nothing more to say, Amelia turned away, slipping past Dayna.

However, a sudden, piercing scream rang out before Amelia reached the bottom of the stairs.

Turning around, Amelia caught sight of Dayna tumbling down the staircase.

Shock rooted Amelia to the spot; she was unable to believe what she was seeing.

Dayna's scream drew everyone's attention, and the first person to rush over was Jaxton.

When he saw Dayna's dress stained with blood, he looked so worried.

"Jaxton, please don't blame my sister. She didn't push me. I slipped and fell by myself," Dayna said.

With all three of them showing up together, Amelia, the so-called fiancée, faced nothing but judgment from every corner of the hall.

Meeting Jaxton's stare without flinching, Amelia stated plainly, "I didn't push her."