Chapter 55

"Divorce?" Landon was stunned. He had never seriously considered divorce, and her suddenly bringing it up formally left a bitter taste in his mouth. This forced into this marriage, and now she wants to force me into a divorce? I won't allow it, he told himself.

"What's the matter, Amelia? Getting scared now?" Landon's voice dripped with icy contempt. "You weren't so timid when you climbed into my bed that night, were you?"

Amelia's face flushed red as she stammered, "I was desperate at the time."

And that makes it okay to throw yourself at any man? To cling to a complete stranger? Landon scoffed coldly.

Amelia fell silent, unable to defend herself. There had been a reason for her actions that night—truth be told, she would have gone even further than just holding him if necessary.

But Amelia didn’t dare say that out loud. She could tell Landon was in a foul mood, and it wouldn't be wise to provoke him further.

"So this marriage is just a game to you, Amelia? Something you can start and end whenever you please?" Landon's voice in his mind grew dangerously cold, his gaze piercing.

Intimidated, Amelia stammered, "That's… That's not it."

"Then what is it?" Landon's eyes narrowed to slits.

"Your family situation. It's too complicated, too dangerous," Amelia said, biting her lip.

"You want to burn the bridge after using me, is that it?" Landon's fingers drummed against the table. Each beat perfectly matched her racing heartbeat, sending waves of anxiety through her.

"Don't make it sound so calculated," Amelia mumbled defensively. "I've also helped you a lot."

After all, becoming Landon's wife had helped her escape from both the Edwards family and Zachary's relentless pursuit. In return, she'd helped Landon maintain control of his family business. From her perspective, Landon had actually gotten the better end of the deal.

"I'm the one going to the office every day, working long hours," Amelia thought bitterly. "And him? He barely has to lift a finger. Hell, he doesn't even need to speak anymore. I can hear his thoughts directly now."

"Heh, now that you've gotten rid of Zachary, you think you can ditch me and walk away now?" Landon was convinced she was planning to run to Lanny.

Landon was all too aware of how desirable his position made him. Women would throw themselves at someone of his status. Even if he was bedridden, unable to speak or move, they'd still line up at his door the moment he became available.

Yet here was Amelia, asking for a divorce. Landon knew one thing for certain—she would only give up wealth and status for love. Nothing else would make her walk away from everything she had gained.

"Edwards Group is yours now," Amelia said earnestly. "I won't take anything that belongs to you."

Landon’s lips curled into a bitter smirk. He thought, 'She's willing to give up everything for love. Well, I won't make it that easy for her.'

"You can forget about it, Amelia," Landon said coldly. "I won't divorce you until I've fully recovered!"

"You—" Amelia was left speechless with frustration. Then it hit her that Landon still relied on her to communicate with the outside world, to voice his thoughts and feelings.

After a moment's thought, Amelia said, "Even if we get divorced, I can still work for you, help you express yourself. But you'll have to pay me for it."

'Forget it. Just go to bed,' Landon said, closing his eyes. He waited for Amelia to adjust his bed to a flat position. When nothing happened after a while, he opened his eyes only to find that she had already left.

Landon was speechless. 'Damn that woman,' he thought, fuming. "She thinks I can't take care of myself? Fine. I'll just get someone to lent a fancy adjustable bed tomorrow and do it all by remote control."

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside, accompanied by unfamiliar voices and footsteps. "Yes, this is the plane. Careful now, don't bump my thing." That was definitely Amelia.

Landon's expression teased slightly, and he closed his eyes, remaining perfectly still.

"Alright, move this sofa out and put the bed here," Amelia directed.

Landon listened intently, curiosity piqued. "What's she up to?" he wondered.

After what seemed like ages, the rooms finally fell silent. "Is everyone gone?" Landon asked, but received no response.

Landon opened his eyes and was left speechless—Amelia was gone again. But now, where the couch had been, stood a single bed.

"She bought a bed?" Landon thought to himself, 'Smart planning, I guess. A bed is definitely more comfortable than a couch…' Then it hit him. "Wait, does this mean she's never planning to come back to my bed?"

His expression darkened. Just then, Amelia returned, humming a cheerful tune and looking particularly pleased with herself. When she noticed Landon glaring at her, she simply shrugged it off and made her way to her new bed.

"Ah, it is so comfortable," Amelia exclaimed loudly, making a show of rolling around on the bed.

Landon let out a cold snort. "Careful, you might fall off."

"So what?" Amelia replied with a smirk. "I'll just climb back up."

Landon was speechless with frustration. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his phone and started searching for a new bed of his own—one with automatic height adjustment. He'd never have to ask for her help again.

"Are you angry?" Amelia asked, lounging comfortably on her bed as she looked at Landon. She had changed into her loungewear—a soft pink silk set that gave her an air of gentle femininity.

But Landon was blind to her sweet appearance. In his eyes, she was nothing but a backstabber who'd thrown him under the bus as soon as she got what she wanted.

Landon felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him. The thought of her and Lanny together made his blood boil. He wanted to curse, to throw punches—but neither was an option right now.

"Is it because I asked for a divorce? Did that hurt your pride?" Amelia asked carefully. Realizing that divorce wasn't possible at the moment, she was willing to be the bigger person and extend an olive branch. They would have to find a way to coexist peacefully.

'Please,' Landon let out a harsh laugh. "Don't flatter yourself into thinking you matter that much."

Amelia nodded. "Well, that's a relief then."

Landon's handsome face was taut with tension as he delivered his warning. 'Listen carefully, Amelia. If you ever cheat on me during our marriage, I'll make sure both you and your lover wish you were never born."

Amelia let out a dry laugh. "You can rest easy on that front. Men aren't exactly my priority."

Landon wasn't buying it. In his mind, there had to be a man involved. Otherwise, she wouldn't give up her position as the lady of the Kingsley family and all the privileges that came with it.

"Please." Amelia rolled her eyes. "Who needs men when you can build an empire! I've got bigger plans." Her eyes sparkled with ambition.

Her strategy was simple—wait for the Stonefield property values to skyrocket, then sell it. Once she had that 1.5 billion dollars in hand, she'd start her own company and become a rich person.

As the late afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across Amelia's face, she was lost in thought, plotting her future. Her beautiful features lit up with dreams and aspirations.

To Landon, however, her expression only confirmed his suspicions that she was getting too caught up in romantic feelings. His mood darkened further. An unprecedented irritation coursed through his body, with no outlet for release.

A knock at the door broke the tension. "Landon, it's me," Wesley's voice came from the other side.

Amelia quickly got up from the bed, moving to answer the door.

"You're really going to answer like that?" Landon smirked, his eyes trailing over her thin shirt. "Pretty sure you forgot something important underneath."

Heat rushed to Amelia’s cheeks as her hands instinctively crossed over her chest. "Keep your eyes to yourself," she snapped, shooting him a withering glare.

"Anyone with eyes could see it," Landon replied with a sardonic smile.

Amelia glanced down at herself, then rushed to the walk-in closet with flushed cheeks. "Just a minute, Wesley!"

Wesley stood outside the door in awkward silence, his expression a mix of discomfort and resignation. "It’s not even dark out," he thought, "and these two are already acting like they can't have visitors." He mentally added, "Landon really needs those testosterone supplements."

Soon, Amelia came to answer the door, looking composed and well-dressed despite the hour. "What brings you here so late?" she asked with polite formality.

"It's not that late, Amelia," Wesley replied. His eyes drifted to where Landon lay on the bed, and he noticed his disheveled hair and uneven breathing.

With a heavy sigh, Wesley handed Amelia the medical report indicating a threatened miscarriage.

"What? A threatened miscarriage?" The color drained from Amelia's face as she realized Landon's child was at risk.