FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: A Romantic Cliche

Amelia picked up her glass of wine and gulped down the entire content as if she were drinking fruit juice forgetting that it was an old, strong and intoxicating blend.

She could feel her throat burning as if she had just swallowed fire but at the moment, she didn’t care anymore. The strong level of alcohol in the wine magically gave her the courage she needed to say the truth.

Since Blaze had decided to humiliate her in front of her friend who happened to be his mother, Amelia was ready to take the walk of shame as long as it didn’t involve lying to Maria.

Amelia’s unladylike action left Henry and Maria on the table dumbfounded. However, Blaze was grinning like a devil as the thought of making love to an intoxicated wild vixen crossed his mind.

Looking up at Maria, Amelia said in her genuine tone.

“Maria, I’m sorry, I didn’t know Blaze was your son. If I did, I wouldn’t have…”

“No offense taken.” Maria stopped her from saying anything about regretting their chance meeting. She could see the guilt in her shimmering eyes and she hated the fact that Blaze wasn’t acting empathetic.

“Do you remember the story I told you about my family and how someone tried to kill me?”

“Wait, someone tried to kill you?” Henry was left in a daze.

“Do not interrupt her, Henry.” Maria snapped at Henry before returning her gaze back to Amelia. “Continue, my dear.”

“Do you remember I told you that someone rescued me on that night when my car went off the bridge?”

“Yes!” Maria nodded her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she guessed what Amelia was going to say next.

“Well, the person that saved me was your son,” Amelia said lowering her gaze to hide a tear that escaped her burning eyes. Her throat was still burning from the alcohol intake and she feared she might lose her voice if she didn’t do anything to calm this burning sensation.

“Wow! What a romantic cliche.” Henry exclaimed, seeing through Amelia’s indebtedness. He had read too many romance novels and watched too many romance movies to know that a girl would always fall in love with a man who rescued her from death.

‘If only he had been the one who rescued Amelia.’ Henry lamented inwardly.

Blaze was somewhat impressed with Amelia’s honesty. Most ladies in her case would lie through their teeth, creating a mountain out of a molehill, to create a good impression before their prospective mother-in-law. But he was stunned and curious to know just how much of the truth Amelia had divulged to his mother.

“So my son was the one who saved you that fateful night?” Maria asked, beaming like someone who had just won a jackpot. She recalled how Blaze didn’t come back home on the said date because according to him, he was helping out a friend.

Amelia nodded, her head still lowered.

“Have you known my son before that very day?” Maria asked checking off her mental list while trying to fix an interesting puzzle.

“No.”

Amelia was a bit shocked to see Henry extending his handkerchief towards her. She could feel Blaze’s scorching gaze all over her. She knew accepting the handkerchief would irk him to the bone. So she took it and dabbed at her tears while sparing Henry a brief grateful glance without looking in her husband’s direction.

Blaze’s grip on his spoon tightened, his narrowed and dangerously vicious gaze hovering between Amelia and Henry. He was tempted to snatch the handkerchief from Amelia’s hand and trash it. But he couldn’t bring himself to do anything stupid in front of his mother.

“After the incident of rescuing you, have you been in communication with my son,” Maria asked, staring at the diamond bracelet on Amelia’s wrist. The last time she was with Amelia, she had been staring at that bracelet which resembled the one she had mistakenly stumbled upon in Blaze’s bedroom.

Amelia looked up meeting Blaze’s lethal gaze. “Yes.”

“Is he the one…”

“That is enough Mom.” Blaze was the one to cut off his mother when he observed the directions of her question. “I’m sure Amelia has told you a lot of wild stories about me. Yes, I helped her and there’s nothing more. Now can we all enjoy our food.”

Maria’s ecstatic eyes darted between Amelia and Blaze, her heart fluttering like a free butterfly as Blaze’s sudden action just confirmed her suspicion.

“Okay, I won’t ask any more questions if you tell me those two incidences where you claim that Amelia had stolen a kiss from you.” Maria resumed eating her meal amused at Blaze’s stone-cold expression.

“Yes, Blaze, tell us. Was it after you rescued her from drowning or that night at the bar when you stopped me from going after her?”

“What!” Amelia didn’t prepare herself for that side story as her head whipped in Henry’s direction.

Blaze’s hand balled into a fist as he growled in a suppressed voice. “Hank, don’t go there.”

“What night are you referring to?” Maria’s curiosity got the best of her, forgetting her son’s temperament.

Henry’s lips curled up in a smile as the thought of helping the defenceless Amelia fight back her bully of a helper, crossed his mind.

“I’m referring to the night at the bar when Amelia was celebrating her divorce with her friends,” Henry said taking a sip of his expensive wine while holding Blaze’s lethal glares. “I spotted Amelia in a black beautiful sexy black dress and I fell in love with her at first sight…”

Amelia shook her head giving Henry a signal to stop talking, but the latter was too far gone at taunting his bestie.

“I called Blaze’s attention to her telling him how I felt but…”

“I said enough!” Blaze thundered, banging his fist fiercely on the table. His disruptive actions caused some of the glassware to tumble, spilling their content, and cutleries to jump out of their position.

A deafening silence fell in the room with everyone holding their breath until Maria snapped angrily at her son.

“Blaze! What has come over you? Is this how you behave in front of a lady? I taught you better than this. Now look at all the mess you’ve created.” Maria pointed to the spilled expensive wine on the table, some of which were dripping on her dress.