Hiding in the Devil's Bed (by Malea Cox) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Landon watched Amelia thoughtfully, realizing she was still operating under her misunderstanding.

“Look, I’m just concerned about your

Perhaps it was the intensity of Landon’s p unexpectedly.

In the soft lamplight, her skin glowed with water, held a tempting rosy hue.

a

welfare,” Amelia said hastily, worried he might misinterpret her words.

bur

Amelia suddenly felt guilty. She clutched her water glass and lowered her head, her heart racing

cate flush, smooth and flawless.

‘I want to kiss her.‘ The thought crossed Landon’s

his own.

Landon was startled by his own thoughts. He had a somehow, she was making him want to break his

le

profile was striking, and her lips, slightly damp from the

ind unbidden. This wasn’t mere

usical desire–he genuinely wanted to feel those soft lips against

ell–known reputation in their social circle for keeping women at arm’s length, yet tonight,

His prolonged silence only increased Amelia’s anxiety

rules.

Her hands trembled slightly as she held her water glass.

She took two quick sips to calm her nerves before explaining, “Look, Landon, I understand exactly what our relationship is. You don’t need to worry. I won’t get jealous or cause any trouble. As long as you’re happy, everything’s fine. Just let me know what you need me to do.”

Amelia paused for a moment and added, “I’ll start learning about childcare tomorrow so I can help take care of her after the baby comes.”

‘You-‘ Landon was too angry to finish his sentence. ‘How magnanimous of her,‘ he thought to himself, ‘offering to play nurse to my supposed mistress after childbirth.”

“Mr. Kingsley, do you have any other instructions?” Amelia asked, finally lifting her head, sensing his lingering displeasure. Her earnest expression and tone were the picture of a dutiful employee.

Landon’s chest heaved twice. He closed his eyes, choosing to ignore her. ‘Go to sleep.’

“Oh, okay.” Amelia touched her nose, feeling a bit perplexed. Landon seemed particularly moody tonight, his temperament shifting like the weather from clear skies to a sudden storm.

‘Whatever, if I can’t soothe him, I’ll just sleep,‘ Amelia thought to herself. ‘He can’t stay mad forever.‘

Landon kept his eyes closed, fuming, only to realize eventually that Amelia had fallen asleep. In the end, he was the only one who ended up stewing in anger. ‘Unbelievable,‘ he muttered.

He grabbed his phone and fired off a text to Aaron: [Fire Lanny. Put Kenneth behind bars.]

Lanny was fired, and Kenneth was arrested, awaiting sentencing.

The next day at the office, Aaron practically skipped alongside Amelia, giving her a colorful account of how Landon had flown into a rage on her behalf.

She said, “Actually, we’d already gathered all the evidence, but Mr. Kingsley was worried Henry might lash out if cornered. recovered before making a move.”

id to wait until he

“You know, Mrs. Kingsley, Mr. Kingsley really went to bat for you,” Aaron continued. “He wouldn’t have dealt with Kenneth this early if it weren’t for you.”

Amelia rolled her eyes and stopped in her tracks. “Aaron, are you seriously trying to make me feel grateful to him?”

“Oh, uh, not at all.” Aaron let out an awkward chuckle. He was just trying to help patch things up between the couple.

Chapter 71

“Then zip it,” Amelia snorted.

“Right, sorry.” Aaron mumbled sheepishly. Still, he could tell that deep down, Amelia was pleased. After all, it felt good to have someone in her correc

When Amelia pushed open her office door, she was surprised to find someone already inside. Her brows furrowed as she shot Aaron a questioning look.

“Mr. Patrick Kingsley, what are you doing here?” Aaron tensed, clearly caught off guard.

Amelia quickly pieced it together–this was Henry’s eldest son, Patrick, and his unexpected appearance spelled trouble. The timing was no coincidence. He’d been absent until Kenneth’s imprisonment.

“So, you’re Landon’s wife?” Patrick lounged against the sofa, his posture deliberately casual yet domineering, as if he already owned the office.

“Mr. Patrick.” Amelia greeted him with a professionally detached smile.

Her choice to address him as “Mr. Patrick” rather than “Patrick” was deliberate–a subtle power play establishing distance while pointedly reminding him of his place in Henry’s shadow.

Patrick studied her, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Well, well…you’re as clever as they say,” he chuckled, amusement lacing his voice.

“You’re too kind.” Amelia moved behind her desk and took her seat, deliberately projecting an air of authority. Her expression hardened as she asked, “What brings you here so early in the morning?”

“Just got back home,” Patrick replied and suddenly stooped up. “Heard Landon find himself a wife. So I stop by and see for myself.” He strode toward Amelia with purposeful steps, his hand casually thrust in the pocket. Patrick’s imposing frame added to his intimidating presence.

Brooke took two nervous steps forward. Amelia was taken aback, a wave of tension washing over her. ‘Didn’t the whole Henry clan despise Brooke? Why was she suddenly so wary of Patrick?‘ she wondered.

“Gloria certainly has an eye for beauty,” Patrick remarked, his gaze sweeping over Amelia with an intensity that was unnerving yet strangely devoid of

lust.

‘This is a man with iron self–control,‘ Amelia thought, ‘far more formidable than Henry or Kenneth.‘ His scrutiny made her uncomfortable.

Amelia shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “If you’re here to compliment my looks, Mr. Patrick, please don’t bother,” she said coolly. “My appearance is a gift from my parents, nothing to be particularly proud of.”

“Fair enough. I don’t take pride in my own appearance either,” Patrick replied with an amused smirk, casually leaning against the edge of her desk, one leg dangling. His long fingers tapped lightly on the surface.

Amelia had to admit that Patrick was very attractive. Even a simple pose looked like something out of a magazine. But she was Landon’s wife. It was inappropriate for Patrick to flaunt his good looks in front of Amelia.

“I’ve heard all about last night. My father acted rashly. Please, Amelia, let it go.” Patrick’s tone was light, almost conversational.

Amelia scoffed, “Sorry, I’m not the forgiving type.”

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