Chapter twenty:

AMELIA’s POV The lady at the door was heaving seriously, and her chest was heaving up and down. She was in a dress with a very low neckline, exposing more than half of her breasts that I feared that they might pop out. Charles raised a brow, letting out a low whistle. “Let the show begin.” He muttered with a grin on his face and Cassio glared at him. “Control your…She should watch how she speaks to Amelia.” Charles added, and a warm feeling filled my heart. He was being supportive of me even at this moment. The tall, slim lady entered the living room fully, flipping her blonde hair before coming to stand in front of Cassio and I. I was expecting Cassio to stand up, and probably talk to her, but he sat there beside me. “I knew it Cassio, I knew it!!!” She yelled, “the rumours were true, you're banging other women when we would get married soon.” She sobbed. “We? Getting married? I don't know what you're talking about.” He shrugged. “Now you want to deny me. I gave you my body!! I ga—” “