Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 63

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even with all that incredible seafood spread out in front of her, she could barely focus on eating.

entually she quietly texted Cassian telling him not to send over any more food and that she’d just head home by herself after dinner.

en Cassian saw the message, he let out a quiet laugh.

is being married to him really that embarrassing?

st women would be showing off about having such a powerful husband, wanting everyone to know they had serious connections.

ly Amelia insisted on keeping things this under wraps.

thonestly, that’s exactly what made her so different from everyone else, wasn’t it?

er putting her phone away, Amelia finally managed to chill out a bit.

en dinner ended, Amelia said her goodbyes and grabbed an Uber home.

e beat Cassian back–he was still out playing politics with clients.

helia had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the front door open.

e quickly threw on a silk robe and hurried out to the living room.

1. rs. Rhodes, Rhodes is pretty wasted,” Philips said sheepishly.

aring that made Amelia’s heart jump, and she rushed over.

ssian was practically hanging off Philips‘ shoulder, his face flushed red, eyes glassy–definitely hammered.

esus, how much did he drink?” Amelia frowned, worry clear in her voice.

Issian usually knew his limits pretty well.

hilips looked apologetic. “The clients tonight kept forcing drinks on him. He couldn’t really say no without being disrespectful, so he ended up way overdoing

melia nodded. “Philips, help me get him to the couch? I can handle him from here.”

hilips looked relieved. “Sounds good, Mrs. Rhodes. I’ll get out of your hair then–he’s all yours.”

nce Philips left, Cassian slumped against the couch cushions, his voice all gravelly. “Ana…”

melia kept her voice gentle. “I’m right here. Just relax while I get you some water, okay?”

Sut Cassian shook his head and grabbed her wrist, sounding almost petulant. “Don’t go…”

Amelia felt her pulse quicken, looking into those dark eyes that were clouded with alcohol but still somehow intense.

she said softly, “I’m not going anywhere. Just let me grab you some water real quick–I’ll be back in like two seconds.”

Only then did Cassian release her hand, and Amelia practically speed–walked to the kitchen.

The second she was out of sight, Cassian’s eyes went completely clear and focused–zero trace of being drunk.

He watched her walk away with a barely there smirk on his lips.

Amelia came back with ice water and a damp washcloth.

She handed him the glass. “Drink this–it’ll help you sober up.”

Cassian took a few sips and set it on the coffee table.

Amelia used the washcloth to gently dab his forehead and cheeks, being super careful and tender.

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Cassian leaned back with his eyes closed, letting her fuss over him.

His breathing slowly evened out and the redness started fading from his face.

“Amelia… Cassian suddenly spoke up, his voice low and rough.

Amelia stopped what she was doing “What’s up? You feeling sick?”

How much longer do I have to wait?” The unexpected question delivered in that deep, sexy voice made Amelia’s face go bright red.

She stumbled over her words. “You’re totally drunk… um… not much longer…”

You promised… no backing out…” Cassian sounded almost like a little kid as he held onto her hand.

Amelia smiled and played along. “Okay, okay. No backing out.”

Where she couldn’t see, Cassian’s mouth curved into a satisfied grin.

I he’d known that faking being drunk would get him this kind of attention, he would’ve tried it way sooner.

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