Chapter 32

Meanwhile, in the villa's study, Michael sat at his desk. A stack of documents he'd brought back from the company was laid out before him. He'd told Amelia he'd wait for her until midnight. If she didn't come to see him by midnight, he absolutely meant it and wouldn't interfere in her affairs anymore, even if she was carrying his child. Michael had never indulged in a woman's whims. Having read half of the documents, he suddenly recalled this. He glanced at his watch and saw that there were fewer than ten minutes until the deadline. Was she not planning to see him, then? Michael's face darkened, and he casually tossed the documents onto the table. Fine, then. She could do as she pleased. … "Sir, could you please hurry? I'm in a rush." At an intersection, Amelia sat in a taxi. The light had already turned green, but the driver was still dawdling and refusing to move. She couldn't help but urge him on. The driver yawned and said lazily, "Miss, I'm already going fast enough. Besid