Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Ominous-Sounding Message
After their passionate lovemaking, Matteo wanted nothing more than to cuddle Amelia and sleep on the same bed as her. However, he heard Aiden’s loud voice from outside, cheerfully welcoming Isaac home, and telling him of Matteo’s visit.

“They’ve spent an awfully long time inside together,” Aiden said, deliberately raising his voice. “I wonder what they could possibly be doing.”

“That damn brat…” Matteo scowled, while Amelia snorted in amusement, even as the thought of walking out covered with Matteo’s marks and his essence inside her made her face burn in embarrassment.

“We’ll have to get up eventually,” Amelia said reluctantly, slowly but surely extricating herself from Matteo’s tight hold. She began to put on her clothes. “There’s no place for you to sleep here.”

“And you’re not moving back with me.” Matteo couldn’t help the bitter smile that crossed his lips as he got up and tidied himself. Yet, he knew it was merely wishful thinking; with Emmeline’s issue being so perilous, it was best for Amelia to be kept further away from the blast radius.

Matteo would use his body, his heart, his very soul to shield her from harm. Amelia had already suffered enough, he’d be damned if he put her through the wringer just to satisfy his burning need to have her close.

This intimate encounter would have to be enough to tide him over until it couldn’t any longer.

Once they were decent, Matteo opened the door to reveal Aiden’s smug, knowing face.

“And here’s the happy couple! Congratulations―”

Isaac cleared his throat and tugged him away, his face a burning red. He was a doctor, so he had no doubts about what happened inside his spare bedroom. “Come on, stop putting people in a spot.”

“Exactly,” Matteo said drolly. “You wouldn’t want me broadcasting your affairs to everyone here, would you?”

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know I’m upholding a vow of celibacy at the moment.”

Three pairs of disbelieving eyes stared at him in judgemental silence.

“Now I’ve heard everything,” Amelia shook her head.

Aiden speaking nonsense had effectively destroyed whatever awkwardness there was from their mini walk-of-shame, so she could hold her head up high and walk Matteo to the door to see him off.

Isaac was torn between being a good host or just simply letting him go. Matteo Montgomery hadn’t even drank a cup of water yet, after all the vigorous exercise from earlier!

“I’ll see you soon,” Matteo said, cupping Amelia’s face tenderly in his hands, every word a promise he intended to keep. “Once this is over, I’ll marry you in style. We’ll be a proper family.”

Amelia gave him a watery smile. “I’ll be waiting for that day. I don’t need to be married in style. I just want our wedding to be peaceful.”

Matteo nodded in agreement, and with one last lingering kiss, he departed. Amelia watched him walk down the corridor, eventually vanishing from view before she shut the door…

Only to be met with Aiden’s wolf-whistling and wiggling eyebrows.

“So this is the plan! You’re going to make sure you’re pregnant and fight Emmeline, baby with baby! Since both of you were inside for quite a while, I’m assuming it must be successful. Isaac, you’d better go and spray some air freshener in the room and pray to a fertility god.”

Isaac sighed. “Must you put it this way? And fertility isn’t up to the gods. It’s up to medical science.”

“Don’t make that expression; it makes it look like you have worms on your face,” Amelia said instead, and she raised a hand as though she was going to swat that expression off his face. To her surprise, Aiden dodged it with a horrified look on his face.

“You haven’t washed your hands. Who knows what kind of fluids it was covered with? My brother’s―”

Amelia smiled wickedly and stretched out both hands. “Keep talking nonsense, and I’m going to smear it on you!”

“Hey, don’t come any closer― Isaac, stop her!”

Isaac could only laugh as he watched his supposedly adult roommates play around like children, Aiden’s outraged shrieking echoing through his home. It was noisy, but nice. It made his quiet house feel more like a home. Even when Dimitri came over, it would never be as lively as it was now.

***

The next day, it was back to work.

In front of the other employees, Amelia and Aiden were the picture of professionalism. No one knew that their new CEO screamed like a baby at the thought of being confronted with his older brother’s bodily fluids. It was gross, but Amelia felt that it was suitable payback for all the nonsense his mouth spewed.

Half of the workday passed placidly enough. Then Amelia received a message from an unknown number.

It merely said, ‘Watch your back. You’re in trouble.’

Well. If that wasn’t awfully ominous, Amelia didn’t know what was. Her phone number wasn’t common knowledge unless someone had maliciously scribbled it on the restrooms as a nasty prank.

Come to think of it, that would be the kind of petty nonsense that Emmeline would do. Maybe this was another one of her cronies she hired to scare her into changing her number.

Unfortunately for Emmeline, she was no longer the powerless Amelia Kentwood who waited tables for a living. Since she was an heiress with connections, she might as well use them.

She screenshotted the number and decided to ask Dimitri for a favor. He was trustworthy, and he wouldn’t leak the news to Matteo. She could handle something so inconsequential on her own.

‘Dimitri, can you help me find out who this person is?’ Amelia asked over text. ‘They’ve sent me an ominous-sounding message, and I’m not too sure where they got my number from.’

More importantly, she added a note. ‘Please don’t tell my father or Matteo about this. They have enough to worry about at the moment.’

She continued to work, occasionally checking her phone for a response. Eventually, her phone lit up with a response.

‘This number belongs to Kelsie Friesent.’