Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Arrival
Lesterat was even more beautiful than the brochures advertised. After a long, relatively peaceful 8-hour flight, Amelia felt refreshed as she disembarked from the plane, breathing in the crisp winter air.

She glanced up and marveled at the cloudless blue sky, her breath coming out in puffs of smoke. A light breeze blew past her, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

“Are you cold?” Matteo asked, but before she could even reply, he immediately took off his scarf to wrap around her neck.

His scent filled Amelia’s nose, causing her to shiver for an entirely different reason. Heat filled her cheeks, and she had to remind herself to act normal and not to do something ridiculous like plant her nose into his neck and sniff like an animal.

Matteo was just being kind. She should not read anything more into his gestures.

“Thanks,” Amelia mumbled into the soft wool of his scarf. It felt warmer than anything she had ever owned. “But what about you? Won’t you catch a cold?”

“I run hot,” Matteo said, the corner of his lips tilting into a smirk that sent Amelia’s heart racing.

He stepped closer to Amelia and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that they were pressed chest to chest. Heat was radiating off him like a furnace, or perhaps Amelia was simply feeling feverish from the close contact.

“Feel it for yourself,” Matteo offered, one of his hands reaching to hold her own to press over his heart.

Amelia squeaked, and she tried not to look into his eyes. However, her gaze was now drawn to his exposed neck, where his Adam’s apple was bobbing attractively in front of her.

“I believe you,” Amelia said quickly, trying to step away, her cheeks redder than a baboon’s backside, but he held firm, amusement in his eyes as he continued to tease her. “Matteo!”

“Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but we must be off,” Aiden said with a cheerful whistle as he sauntered over, waving a hand in between their faces. Matteo scowled and batted his hand away.

“You can make your own way there,” Matteo growled out. “You have legs and a driver’s license.”

“And deny you both the pleasure of my company? For shame, Brother. For shame.” Aiden shook his head and promptly stuck himself to them with the tenacity of a barnacle on the underside of a decaying boat. He tried to sling an arm around both their shoulders, but Matteo shoved him off with a warning look.

Amelia chanced a look at Emmeline. She would have to be blind to miss them conversing on the plane. She must have put Aiden up to this.

Emmeline caught her glance and gave her a tiny wave, but her eyes zoomed in on the scarf around Amelia’s neck, and then on the exposed skin of Matteo’s neck.

She was wearing Matteo’s scarf! Emmeline gnashed her teeth, outraged. Matteo was sharing his favorite scarf with her― what’s next, was he going to take off his coat and wrap Amelia up in it, if she so much as sneezed in his direction?

What a shameless hussy! Emmeline would bet she had deliberately brought unsuitable clothes so she could seem frail in front of Matteo.

But she pasted a honeyed smile on her face as she walked towards them.

“Matteo, you’re not wearing your scarf!” Emmeline commented, her mouth falling down in surprise. “That wouldn’t do. Here, take mine,” she offered quickly, unwrapping her own scarf to hand it to him, but Matteo held out his hand to reject her without hesitation.

“No, thank you,” he said flatly. “Amelia keeps me warm enough.” As if to emphasize his point, he wrapped himself around her like a koala around a tree, putting his hands into her coat pockets.

Amelia shivered as she was enveloped with his heat.

An angry flush grew on Emmeline’s face as she was rejected so blatantly.

“If you give him your scarf, does it mean I must give you mine?” Aiden asked, consideringly. “Are we playing musical chairs with scarves now?”

“Keep your scarves on,” Matteo ordered, tightening his arms around Amelia. Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. Matteo was really selling their fake relationship in front of his family!

Once again, she had to remind herself there were no real feelings involved.

“Kids, we’re going to the resort now,” Horace called out. “Do you wish to sightsee without us?”

“Let’s go to the resort,” Amelia said hastily. If she stayed out any longer with these three, Matteo might furiously make out with her in a bid to get them to leave him alone. “I want to see where we’ll be staying.”

“It’ll definitely be better than whatever gutter you crawled out from,” Emmeline said in a voice too low for Matteo to catch, but Amelia heard it loud and clear. However, she merely blinked, unfazed.

“You must know a lot about gutters since your mouth is one,” Amelia retorted with a bland smile on her face. The elders were a distance away; she didn’t have to worry about them listening. “Matteo, let’s go.”

Aiden let out a low wolf whistle, impressed by his sister-in-law’s cheek. This kitty from the gutter actually had claws, and knew how to use them! Meanwhile, Matteo had to stop himself from guffawing in public. He could guess what Emmeline had said to insult Amelia, but it turned out that his future wife was perfectly capable of winning her own fights. Her sweet mouth held a wicked tongue.

Speaking of mouths… Matteo’s eyes were instinctively drawn to her lips. Those plump rosy lips were pursed in smug satisfaction while Emmeline spluttered, her finger pointing at Amelia. He wanted to cover her lips in a devouring kiss until he became her entire world.

“Matteo?” Amelia asked, tugging on his arm lightly. He had stood rooted to the ground with an intense expression in his eyes, staring straight at her lips. Amelia felt her body heat up at his undivided attention.

Once again, she reminded herself not to get any wrong ideas.

“I’m fine,” Matteo finally replied, his voice suddenly hoarse. “Let’s go to the resort.”

When they arrived at the resort to check into their room, Amelia realized she had forgotten a tiny detail, when she stared at the card key given to her.

She and Matteo would be sharing a room!