Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

As Amelia stepped into the living room, she found Cassian already busy in the kitchen, expertly preparing breakfast. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over him as he moved with practiced ease.

She couldn’t help but admire him—no matter how late he had stayed up or how drained he must have felt, he always managed to rise early and make breakfast. It was a small gesture, but to her, it meant the world. Honestly, she would have been perfectly content just grabbing a granola bar or something quick, but Cassian treated breakfast like a sacred ritual. It was his way of making up for the time his demanding job stole from them, his way of showing care when other forms of attention were impossible.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Cassian greeted her with a smile, his voice warm and teasing. “Come eat before it gets cold.”

Amelia returned the smile, feeling a flutter in her chest. “I’m coming,” she said softly, sliding into the chair at the table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling eggs filled the air, making the space feel cozy and inviting.

They ate together, sharing quiet conversation and comfortable silences, savoring the simple intimacy of the moment. After breakfast, Amelia gathered her things and headed off to work, the lingering warmth of the morning still nestled in her heart.

But the moment she stepped into the office, something felt off. Her coworkers were casting strange, sideways glances in her direction, their expressions unreadable but heavy with unspoken judgment.

Amelia froze, a knot tightening in her stomach. Was she a mess? Had she forgotten to fix her hair or smudged her makeup? Then a sudden, embarrassing thought struck her: Cassian had been kissing her neck last night—his favorite spot, he always said. If there were any marks, any telltale hickeys, she would be mortified beyond belief.

Without a word, she dropped her bag and hurried to the bathroom, her heart pounding as she stared into the mirror. She searched her neck carefully, tracing every inch with her eyes. To her relief, there was no sign of anything unusual. Still, the uneasy feeling lingered.

Meanwhile, back in the office, as soon as Amelia left, her coworkers gathered in a tight circle, whispering behind cupped hands.

“Did you see that stuff online? Is it really true? Ana doesn’t seem like the type at all,” one woman murmured, her voice low and skeptical.

Another, wearing far too much makeup, rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please, don’t judge a book by its cover. I’m telling you, it’s real. That innocent act? Total façade. She’s probably a freak behind closed doors.”

Suddenly, one of the group noticed Amelia and quickly cleared their throat, signaling the others to stop. Everyone scattered back to their desks as if nothing had happened, faces flushed with embarrassment and guilt.

The near-exposure of their gossip left them tense and awkward. They hunched over their computers, pretending to work while secretly worrying if Amelia had overheard more than she should.

Sharlene, who had been in the supply room the entire time and missed the drama, approached Amelia with a friendly smile. “Hey Ana, want me to grab you some coffee?”

Amelia nodded gratefully. “Yeah, that would be amazing.”

Sharlene hurried off to the break room but returned almost immediately, her expression serious and concerned. “Ana, have you seen what’s blowing up on Twitter?” she asked quietly, her eyes searching Amelia’s face for a reaction.