Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Amelia stood gracefully in the midst of the elegantly dressed crowd, her haute couture gown flowing effortlessly around her. Jasper’s eyes were drawn to her without conscious thought, his gaze lingering longer than he intended. The sight of her stirred a complex mix of emotions deep within him—regret, longing, and something unspoken.

His footsteps hesitated, as if caught between the urge to approach and the weight of past grievances. When he noticed Amelia moving toward the balcony, a sudden impulse compelled him to follow. There were things he needed to say—things he couldn’t keep bottled up any longer.

Amelia had been engaged in lighthearted conversation with her friends, but the air inside felt stifling, pressing against her chest. Craving a breath of fresh air, she excused herself and stepped outside onto the balcony. The cool night breeze brushed against her skin, offering a brief respite.

No sooner had she taken a few steps than a firm hand gripped hers from behind. Startled, Amelia spun around sharply to find Jasper’s somber face mere inches away. His eyes, shadowed and intense, held a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.

Frowning, she pulled her hand free with a sharp jerk. “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice edged with coldness.

Seeing her so close after so long, Jasper took in every detail—the delicate contours of her face, the flawless porcelain smoothness of her skin that made her seem almost ethereal. But it was her eyes that captivated him most: bright, unwavering, like stars illuminating a dark sky.

For a moment, he was silent, caught off guard by her presence. Then, softening his tone, he said, “Amelia, you don’t have to be so hostile toward me.”

She met his words with a frosty gaze, her voice distant and clipped. “Mr. Hale, I don’t believe there’s anything left for us to discuss. If that’s all, I’m leaving.”

Turning to walk away, she was stopped once more by Jasper’s outstretched hand. His voice dropped to a low, urgent plea. “Amelia, please don’t make decisions out of spite. Cassian isn’t serious about you—he’s had too many women come and go. Why hurt yourself over someone like him?”

Amelia halted, casting a mocking glance back at him. “Jasper, isn’t it a bit presumptuous of you to speak for me? I know Cassian’s character better than you ever will. At least he never pretended to care while cheating behind my back.”

His words struck him like a blow, leaving Jasper momentarily speechless. Regret flickered in his eyes, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him.

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As she rejoined her friends, their concerned faces gathered around her. “Amelia, are you okay? You look pale.”

She offered a faint smile, brushing off their worry. “I’m fine, just needed some air.”

Gradually, she slipped back into the easy rhythm of conversation, pushing the unpleasant encounter to the back of her mind.

The fashion gala was drawing to a close when Amelia’s phone suddenly buzzed in her hand. Pulling it out, her face immediately brightened with a genuine smile.

Answering the call, Cassian’s deep, magnetic voice flowed through the speaker. “Is it over yet?” he asked, a note of warmth and concern threading his words.