Chapter 89

“Am I wrong? When have you ever recovered without me getting you riled up first?” Amelia said this confidently, without any hint of guilt. Aaron straightened up, listening intently as he wondered, “How did Mrs. Kingsley manage to piss Mr. Kingsley off when she’s so gentle?”

“For example, you managed to move your hands when I had to strip your pants off, remember?” Amelia’s face turned slightly red, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Wow,” Aaron gasped in shock, unable to believe what he just heard.

On the other hand, Landon’s expression darkened. “Amelia, shut up.”

Amelia grinned. ‘You scared now? Weren’t you all ready to tell Daniel everything? Let me switch things up for you and see who among us wins in the end.’

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. Everyone knows you were practically a vegetable, and you were just like a sitting duck for me,” she continued.

The three men in the car all choked on their saliva at the same time.

Aaron and the driver were both stirred up. When Landon and Amelia first got married, Landon was completely helpless–he was truly at Amelia’s mercy.

Landon’s looks and physique were definitely desirable, so they wanted Amelia to keep going. They needed to know if Landon’s pants ever came off. And if they did, how did it all go down?

The car went dead quiet. Landon could practically feel the tension–and the kind of awkwardness he’d never experienced before. Even with his tanned complexion, he couldn’t hide the red creeping up his neck.

“Oh, Landon, are you blushing?” Amelia teased, pointing at his flushed face and calling him out.

Landon thought he could just die on the spot.

“What’s the big deal? Didn’t you manage to secure your belt in the end?” Amelia smirked, pressing on.

Aaron and the driver exchanged a look, struggling to keep their laughter in check. They thought that Amelia was definitely awesome to make Landon blush like that. But it was a pity she didn’t get those pants off, though.

“Amelia, I dare you to say one more word.” Landon ground his teeth furiously.

‘Argh. I’ve never been this humiliated in my entire life. It’s all because of Amelia.’ The thought burst through Landon’s mind.

Amelia’s smile lit up her face. ‘Perfect. This is exactly what I was going for. Now, if only I could annoy him enough to make him stand up right here and now.’

“One word? I could say more than-” Amelia began but was quickly cut off by a muffled sound.

Landon, unable to take it any longer, covered Amelia’s mouth. If she kept going, he’d never be able to show his face in public again.

Amelia finally went silent but maintained a mischievous smile on her face.

The refined lady, with all her grace, still had a naughty side.

Landon found himself unable to look away, his heart skipping a beat. Her breath was warm, while her lips felt soft. It made him think about the kiss from last night, causing his desire to grow. His gaze grew heated, and he wanted to kiss her again.

“I really won’t say another word.” Amelia shrugged off his hand.

Landon finally snapped back to reality, pulling his gaze away and clenching his right palm slightly. But the heat she’d left in his palm quickly faded, leaving only the coolness of the air on his skin.

Landon continued to drift in thought. But as he reflected more carefully, he realized that each time he’d started to recover, it was always because of her. She made it impossible for him to resist her, whether by riling him up or teasing him. And little by little, his energy would return.

She was like his medicine, bringing him–once a helpless, motionless shell–back to life. Maybe soon, he’d be able to return to being a healthy man. But when that time came, she would leave him again.

As the thought crossed his mind, Landon felt a sense of hesitation. The desire to keep her by his side forever consumed him, taking over all his thoughts. He pressed his lips together, a plan forming in his mind.

By the time they arrived at Southern Pinecrest Cemetery, Landon’s men were already there, waiting with bouquets of flowers in their hands.

As they gazed at the solemn surroundings, a heavy silence fell over everyone.

“Where’s my mom?” Amelia jumped out of the car as she asked anxiously.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley, this way, please,” one of Landon’s men said.

“Okay.” Amelia nodded.

The cemetery was nestled on the side of the mountain, with nothing but stairs leading up. Landon’s wheelchair was useless in this terrain. So, two of his bodyguards took turns carrying him while Aaron hauled the wheelchair behind them. It was tough going.

Amelia frowned, “Landon, wait here. You don’t need to go up.”

“No.” Landon refused. It was rare for them to come to Pinecrest, so he wanted to pay respect to Amelia’s mom.

Amelia, though anxious, slowed her pace to match Landon’s and patiently accompanied him along the way.

Finally, they reached an old, weathered tombstone. Staring at the familiar face in the photo, Amelia burst into tears. “Mom…” Her legs gave way, and she dropped to her knees, overwhelmed with grief.

“Mom, I’m so sorry for only coming now. Walter lied to all of us, but I’ve come to my senses now, and I’ve sent them all to prison. Mom, you can rest in peace now,” Amelia sobbed, muttering the pain that had been weighing on her heart.

In her two lifetimes, even though she’d avenged her mother by taking down the Edwards family, she knew her mother would never come back. All the suffering she’d endured would haunt her forever, like painful wounds that would never fully heal.

Landon sat in his wheelchair and watched her with sympathy, but he stayed silent.

At that moment, no words could ease her pain. She should let it all out to feel better.

It was like when he found out his sister had been taken by the kidnappers. Nothing could comfort him until he saw her safe at home. That wound had stayed with him all this time, but it seemed unlikely she would ever come back.

That wound had stayed with him all this time, but it seemed unlikely she would ever come back. After all, they found no traces of her after all these years.

Landon’s gaze darkened, his fingers tightening as the weight of his thoughts pressed on him.

“I’ll do it myself.” Amelia’s choked voice broke through his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized she’d stopped talking and started cleaning the tombstone.

Years of wind, rain, and neglect had left the tombstone covered in thick layers of dirt and grime.

Amelia removed her coat, wrapping it around her hand like a rag, and began scrubbing the stone carefully, refusing everyone’s offer to help her. Her grief was too overwhelming, and it had drained both her spirit and her strength.

Before long, Amelia was sweating, her face pale as she cried and gasped for breath, looking like she might collapse at any moment.

Aaron tried to help several times, but each time, she firmly refused.

Landon, though his heart ached watching her, didn’t intervene.

This was her burden to bear, one she could only face on her own. No one else could help her.

Amelia didn’t stop until the tombstone gleamed once more. “Mom, I’ll come visit you every year from now on,” she whispered.

After offering the bouquets Landon had prepared, Amelia bowed three times with deep respect. Then, she stayed kneeling before the tombstone, unwilling to rise.

Landon maneuvered his wheelchair to her side, bowed his head, and observed three seconds of silence. “Ms. Hughes, I’ll take good care of Amy. Please rest easy.”

Then, following the tradition of his family, he poured out some wine in front of the tombstone.

As Amelia’s disabled husband, Landon had done everything he should. If Debra were watching from heaven, she would be comforted. Amelia, deeply moved, choked out, “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do.” Landon extended his hand to her. “Get up. Don’t make your mom worry about you.”

Amelia felt a pang in her heart. “I… My hands are dirty.”

“It’s okay.” Landon smiled gently, his eyes full of encouragement.

After squatting for so long, Amelia’s legs had gone numb. She made up her mind and placed her dirty hands into his, and he immediately grasped them. The warmth spread from his fingers to her heart, soothing the cold ache inside.

“From now on, you’ll be the owner of the Edwards family’s company,” Landon said.

Amelia was stunned. “You…”

“Sandra already sold off the shares cheaply. Now, they all belong to you,” Landon said softly, enveloping her in the warmth of his smile.

“How could she bear to do that?” Amelia asked.