Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Amelia’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she spoke softly, her tone light and easy. “Yeah, just finished. Where are you?”

From just behind her, Cassian’s voice came quietly, almost teasing. “Right behind you.”

She turned, puzzled for a moment, then her eyes landed on him. Cassian was leaning casually against his sleek car, his gaze fixed on her with an unmistakable warmth. He wore a sharply tailored black suit that accentuated his tall frame and gave him an air of effortless elegance.

Amelia quickened her steps toward him, genuine surprise brightening her voice. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you have that business dinner tonight?”

Cassian reached out, pulling her gently closer. His tone was tender, filled with affection. “Nothing’s more important than you. I was worried about you being out alone, so I wrapped things up early.”

A comforting heat blossomed in Amelia’s chest as she looked up into his eyes, her own sparkling with quiet tenderness. “Thank you… babe.”

She still felt a slight shyness whenever she used that endearment, but Cassian had insisted she call him that, even when they were in public. Each time she did, she caught the subtle lift of his lips—a small smile that revealed just how pleased he was.

Cassian bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice dropping to a low, gentle murmur. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Amelia nodded, her heart fluttering, and followed him to the car. The vehicle eased away from the venue, slipping into the darkness of the night.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the venue, Jasper and Valeria stood watching the scene unfold. Jasper’s chest tightened painfully as he observed Cassian and Amelia’s intimate exchange. His hands curled into fists without his conscious control.

Valeria, noticing his reaction, masked her fury behind a veneer of sarcasm and feigned casualness. “Amazing how fast my sister found her next meal ticket. She really knows how to play the game.”

Jasper’s face grew dark instantly. His eyes remained locked on the spot where the car had vanished, a strange mixture of irritation and anger simmering beneath the surface.

But Jasper’s eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, his voice flat and unyielding. “Maybe next time. It’s late—you should get some rest.”

Her heart sank at his firm refusal, but she didn’t push further. Forcing a small smile, she whispered, “Okay then. Drive safe, and call me if you need anything.”

After Valeria got out of the car, she stood on the sidewalk, watching Jasper’s vehicle disappear into the distance. A cold hatred simmered inside her chest, tightening like a vice.

She clenched her fists so hard that her nails bit into her palms, though the pain didn’t register. “Amelia,” she hissed under her breath, “what gives you the right to keep stealing what’s mine? I won’t let you get away with this.”

With her teeth clenched and eyes blazing with determination, she pulled out her phone and made a call. “Just wait and see.”

The following morning, Amelia woke up on time, ready for work. Despite the exhaustion from the previous night—after Cassian’s restless mood had kept them both up late—she felt surprisingly upbeat. The fatigue lingered, but her spirits remained high, buoyed by the memory of Cassian’s tender care and the quiet comfort of their shared night.