Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Oddly Familiar
The burly bodyguards paid him no mind and continued to yank the man out by his arms, but Amelia frowned.

Related? For all she knew, she only had her father left as her only kin after her mother’s passing. Only recently she had reunited with her mother’s side of the family, and even so, she was sure this man wasn’t one of them. Otherwise, Matteo would’ve surely recognized him as well.

“Get your hands off of me!” the man continued to scream. He kicked and punched, trying his best to worm free. Then, his eyes fell on Amelia and Matteo, who were trying to walk past him as quickly as they could.

His eyes went wide, and in a sudden burst of strength, he managed to tear free from the grips of the bodyguards. In the short second before those guards could respond, the man darted forward and all but hugged Amelia’s legs, unwilling to let go.

“Hey!” Amelia screamed in shock as the man gripped even tighter. “Let go!”

Matteo sneered, and with one ruthless kick, he pried the man off of Amelia and sent him tumbling a few steps away. The man groaned as he rolled, stopping only when his back hit the wall with a grunt.

“Are you alright?” Matteo asked, holding Amelia protectively as she shakily looked at the man.

“I’m fine…” Amelia trailed off, but the moment she got a clearer look at the man, her eyes widened.

With a mop of dirty blond hair, the man ran a hand through his messy hair to hold the strands out of place as he cussed. When his hair was out of his face, Amelia was even more sure― he looked strangely similar to her father!

“Amelia…” Matteo trailed off, his eyes on the man as well. He must have thought the same thing.

Amelia turned to him, and after sharing a look, the couple stepped forward right as the bodyguards secured him back in their hands again. They walked past him and the guards, with Matteo making sure that Amelia was out of the man’s reach if he somehow managed to break free again.

This time, they made it into the elevator before the man recovered from the shock of getting kicked. Only when the doors shut did Amelia heave out a sigh of relief.

Once they made it to Ronan’s apartment, Matteo unlocked the door with his spare key.

“Dad!” Amelia called out, rushing into the house in search of her father as Matteo shut the door behind them.

There was a faint smell of garlic in the air, and Amelia followed the trail, her feet instinctively bringing her towards where the kitchen was.

“Millie!” Michael Kentwood emerged from the kitchen, Dimitri following behind shortly after. “Oh darling, you’ve made me worried sick!”

Amelia all but dashed into her father’s arms, embracing him tightly before pulling apart to check him through. “How’s your condition?” she asked. “Have you been taking your medications? What about your check-ups?”

“Michael has been perfectly fine,” Dimitri cut in, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall. “If anything, you need to look after yourself first before worrying about someone else.”

Amelia looked past her father and at the man who stood behind him, smiling.

“Thank you for taking care of my father,” she said, and Dimitri merely shook his head.

The latter’s eyes then landed on Matteo, who had been sending him scorching glares ever since he had appeared.

“I didn’t realize that you’re home,” Matteo said.

Dimitri evenly replied, “And I didn’t realize that Ronan gave you a set of our keys.”

Unspoken tension crackled through the air as the men glared hard at each other, and Amelia looked between them. Clearing her throat, she then hastily led her father away and to the couches.

Whatever rivalry was between the two of them, Amelia wanted to be no part of it. She assumed as the respective leaders of their companies, they were bound to butt heads every so often, especially since Ronan had decided to work for Matteo instead of his own older brother.

“Dad, there’s something I need to ask,” Amelia said once they sat down on the couch. She winced a little in pain― the bruises hadn’t particularly disappeared yet and the busy day traveling back and forth had only made them ache just a bit more.

When her father noticed it, he immediately worriedly furrowed his eyebrows.

“What is it, Millie?” Michael asked. “Are your wounds bothering you?”

“No, it’s not that,” Amelia quickly said with a shake of her head. “I met a man downstairs.”

Michael Kentwood’s face immediately darkened into the color of coal.

“He said that he’s related to me,” Amelia continued, carefully observing her father’s expressions.

Her father pursed his lips, his fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his trousers. “Did he say anything else to you?” he asked.

“No, he was quickly brought away after that,” Amelia said, biting her lip. “But I thought he did look a lot like… you.”

Knowing that there wasn’t a way for him to keep the lid on it any longer, Michael exhaled deeply. He reached out and gently cradled Amelia’s hands, his thumbs running across the bruises and bandages. Heartbreak flashed across his eyes as he examined his daughter’s injuries, but even more so when he spoke next.

“Stay away from that man, Millie,” Michael said. “That man is no good. By the looks of it, we will need to move out of this apartment very soon.”

Just then, Dimitri spoke up. “If you move out, it will just make it all the more easier for him to access you,” he pointed out.

“Who is he?” Amelia asked, looking back and forth between her father and Dimitri. The latter merely averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at her. “Come on, you can’t have me avoid someone without at least telling me who I should be avoiding.”

“You don’t need to know, Amelia,” Michael repeated. “Just treat him as nothing but air― invisible and out of touch. If he comes to you, just ignore him and everything he says. Got it?”