Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Got What You Came For
Amelia sucked in a breath, but she met his gaze evenly. She put down her own utensils gently and dabbed her lips clean with the napkin, while Aiden stared at her, seemingly amused, yet enraptured by her actions.

“Emmeline Hawthorne is welcome to aim at me all she likes,” Amelia said finally. “Matteo had defended me when I was nothing more than a poor waitress being humiliated by Caleb, simply because it was the right thing to do. That is the man I am willing to spend the rest of my life with, and no one, and nothing, will possibly change my mind.”

Aiden let out a low wolf whistle, clapping his hands. “To think you can be won over so easily… If only I was your knight in shining armor back then. We would be leading a very happy life now.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps you might want to consider an alternative career in storytelling since your imagination is so vivid. It’s probably safer than racing your bike on the streets,” she said, craning her head to look at his bike parked outside before shaking her head in disapproval.

“One bad accident would be enough to ruin that handsome face of yours.”

“So you think I’m handsome?” Aiden asked, preening proudly in their little booth, and Amelia fluttered her eyelashes before delivering a death knell.

“Of course. You look just like Matteo!” Amelia said winningly, and Aiden’s face turned dark for the briefest moment before he collected himself.

“Oh well done. I can’t believe I fell straight into that trap.” His eyebrow twitched in irritation, while Amelia smiled serenely at him. It was the same pleasant, non-committal smile she gave to rowdy customers, drunk patrons, or simply people with too much ego and too little sense.

It felt great to be able to do it again.

“So familiar…” Aiden sighed to himself, shaking his head forlornly. “Well, I guess the old saying was right. Early bird catches the worm and all.”

“So you think you’re the early bird?” Amelia asked innocently. “Not the worm?”

A bark of laughter escaped his throat, and Aiden began to laugh.

“Are you sure you want to stay with my brother? He’s too serious and unfunny for you. You’re wasted on someone like him.”

“I’m humorous enough for both of us,” Amelia said, taking a quick look at her watch. This lunch outing had gone on for long enough, and it was about time for her to return to the office. Any longer, and the rumor mill might assume she was eloping with Aiden. “We should be getting back now. Finish your drink and we’ll go.”

“What are you, my mother?” Aiden exclaimed, deliberately not touching the milkshake that was set aside.

“No, just your future sister-in-law,” Amelia said, standing up. “Come on. Since you’re done, we can go.”

She didn’t wait for him to react before leaving the booth, and Aiden could only splutter in surprise before quickly getting up to chase after her.

“Hey! Wait for me! How do you plan on going back to the office without my bike?”

“Well, in case it escaped your notice, there’s something called public transportation,” Amelia said dryly. “Frankly, it might be safer for me than on your bike.”

“You wound me,” Aiden said, clutching his heart. “This cuts me deep. Did I not make sure you arrived at the diner in one piece? How could you inflict such grievous injury on me?”

“Go to the hospital then,” Amelia said blandly. Aiden should have entered the entertainment industry. With his face, he would have teenage girls and mature housewives eating from the palm of his hand. “I’ll go back to the office on my own.”

“No, I’ll send you back,” Aiden declared, straddling his bike. “Hope on.”

Amelia wondered what he would do if she simply walked off, but then decided against it. She did want to get back to the office. Once again, she put on her helmet and reluctantly wrapped her arms around Aiden tightly, and sighed.

“Let’s go. And don’t you dare speed ah―!” Amelia’s words were eaten by the wind, and Aiden let out a delighted laugh as he sped through the streets as though the mob was hot on his heels.

In no time at all, they had arrived back at the office, and Amelia nearly hurled every bit of her greasy diner lunch all over the polished marble floors.

“Oops, sorry,” Aiden said cheerily when he saw her green face. “I thought you might have gotten used to it from the ride there.”

“Ha ha,” Amelia wheezed. “You did that on purpose.”

“Guilty as charged,” Aiden said.

Thankfully, Amelia’s stomach settled when they arrived at Matteo’s office, just in time for Matteo to storm out. His anger monetarily ceased when he caught sight of Amelia’s figure, but then his brow furrowed when he caught sight of her pallid complexion and windswept hair.

“Amelia! Are you alright?” Matteo asked, immediately stroking her hair as his eyes roved all over her, checking for signs of injury.

Meanwhile, his father emerged from the room, also looking none-too-pleased. Clearly, whatever discussion they had did not yield productive outcomes for both of them.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Amelia reassured him. “I just had a new learning experience. Apparently, I’m not one for motorcycles.”

“You took her on your bike?” Matteo whirled around to glare at Aiden, who only gave him a jaunty grin in response. “You were supposed to be eating in the office cafeteria. This is incredibly reckless of you.”

“Could you blame me for wanting a change of scenery?” Aiden asked. “Anyways, I delivered her back in one piece so you don’t need to nag at me, dear brother.” A glint entered Aiden’s eye. “I can see why you’re so enamored by her though. She’s a lot more interesting than Emmeline. Witty too. Too good for an iceberg like you. How about you share her with me?”

A low growl escaped Matteo’s throat, and he reached out a hand to pull Amelia closer to him. Amelia could only sigh in mild exasperation, while butterflies began to flutter in her stomach at his protective gesture.

“It’s fine, he’s harmless, if a tad bit delusional,” Amelia said, patting Matteo’s arm consolingly. “We simply had a good chat.”

“Should I be offended? I’ve been called many things, but harmless is not one of them,” Aiden said.

“So you’ve been called delusional?” Amelia couldn’t help but point out.

“That’s because it’s true. I’ve called him worse,” Matteo grumbled. He then addressed Aiden, “You got what you came for. Scram.”

Aiden smirked. “Fair enough. I see I’m overstaying my welcome. But Amelia, if you ever wish to go on more joyrides with me, I’m just a call away.”