Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Just Like Before
“Caleb!” Amelia gasped in surprise as Caleb tackled the man.

The latter wasn’t about to back down anytime soon either, and within seconds, they were brawling on the floor. Punches were thrown left and right, and soon enough, a crowd had gathered to watch.

“What the hell is going on?!” Cherry screeched, and she charged forward with a security team to break up the fight. With both men finally pried apart, Amelia was left standing behind the counter, and Cherry’s eyes narrowed.

“I think you two should leave,” Cherry sternly said, looking at both men.

“I am a VVIP member of the club,” Caleb growled out. “If anything, it’s just this fuckface―”

“And I will have your membership revoked if you don’t leave now!” Cherry doubled down, pointing right to the door. “This is nothing personal, Mr. Walton, but my team will need to clean up this place and we can’t risk having two fights in one night.”

She sneered. “Bad rep and all.”

The other man was the first to leave, huffing before shrugging off the security officers’ hands. He spat on the ground before marching out of the club, making sure to knock into as many shoulders as he could on the way out.

On the other hand, Caleb merely glared at Cherry before eventually — very reluctantly — leaving.

“Show’s over!” Cherry yelled, shooing everyone back. “So sorry for the disturbance this evening, ladies and gents. First round of drinks on us!”

A series of cheers rang through the club, and as quickly as the crowd had gathered, it had dispersed. In the short time Cherry had taken up management at Paragon Luxe, she had gained a good reputation among the clientele― it was obvious how no one came looking for trouble and were quick to comply.

“Amelia,” Cherry finally said, stopping in front of the bar. “What happened? I looked away for only a second. Was it Caleb?”

“No, actually,” Amelia said. She bit her tongue, conflicted. “He was actually defending me.”

Amelia quickly provided a recap of what happened, and at the end of her retelling, Cherry’s frown had deepened.

“Are you alright?” Cherry asked, concerned. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No, I’m fine,” Amelia said, shaking her head. “Is the first aid box still where it was?”

“Yeah,” Cherry replied. “I thought you were fine.”

“It’s not for me,” Amelia said. She bent down and withdrew the small white box with the red cross on it, hopping over the bar. “Excuse me,” she said, and without another word, Amelia dashed out of the club.

Out of Paragon Luxe’s main doors, she looked back and forth, her eyes scanning the crowd of passers-by for a familiar figure. When she eventually caught sight of his leather jacket, Amelia rushed behind him.

“Caleb!” she yelled out, and the blond man stopped in his tracks. He turned, surprised when he saw Amelia jogging after him.

“Amelia,” he said before his gaze turned to the white box she held in her hands.

The fight did a number on him. It might’ve been a short brawl but Caleb already had a bruised jaw and a small cut on his upper lip. There were a few scratches across his cheek as well, but nothing that would scar. The other man had it worse, with a black eye and busted nose.

“I’m fine,” Caleb said, taking a step back. “There’s no need―”

“Won’t want it to scar, will you?” she said. It wasn’t going to scar, not unless Caleb decided to get rid of personal hygiene and roll around in mud for the next week straight. However, Amelia wasn’t willing to back down.

He had gotten into a fight because of her anyway, and she wasn’t planning on owing him anything. They might be divorced, but just weeks ago, Amelia was still deeply in love with this man. That sort of feelings for him wouldn’t go away so quickly, not when Caleb had stepped in to become the knight in shining armor without asking for anything in return.

“Here,” she said, pulling him to one side and out of the way before squatting down.

She pulled out the cotton puffs from the medical kid and poured some antiseptic before reaching for Caleb’s face. When he eyed it warily, she nodded and pursed her lips, and he eventually stayed put for her to apply the medication for him.

“I’ve not fought in a long time,” he said as Amelia dabbed on the cuts. “Otherwise, it would’ve been easy to win him. He punches like a girl.”

Amelia couldn’t help the small smile that curved her lips. “I’m sure,” she murmured in good humor.

For a second, she felt as though she had been thrown back to the blissful days in their tiny little apartment. Warmth blossomed in her chest― this was familiar, homey. It was everything she dreamed they could be again.

“Amelia,” Caleb suddenly said, causing her eyes to dart to meet his.

He stared intently into her irises, and she found herself mesmerized by him as well. Those green eyes were looking at her with so much love right now― it was just like before when he still looked at her with all the love that existed in this world.

“Hmm?”

“I―” He cut himself short and gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Amelia’s hand returned to her lap. When he made no move to continue that thought, she prompted. “What is it, Caleb?”

“I’ve missed you,” Caleb confessed. “I regret the divorce. I want you by my side.”

His words caused Amelia’s heart to stop in her chest.

“Won’t you come back to me? We can pretend that none of this has ever happened. We can be a couple again. I will treat you right, and shower you with all the gifts I owe you.”

Caleb reached for her hands, clasping her small hands in his warm ones. He squeezed gently― not enough for it to hurt, but enough to send tremors down Amelia’s spine as he looked earnestly at her.

“We can be just like before― happy.”