Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 48

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Chapter 48 

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Chapter 48 

Amelia’s expression burned grim as she began to put on a show, pretending to struggle for breath. 

with a pittal, weak expression, she turned to Janice. “Janice, I know you hate me, but you didn’t have to instigate Mr. Moore to act like this.You’re too much” 

Edward’s voke cut through het theatrics, calm and cold. “Harrison. 

The sudden mintinent of two bodyguards and Harrison rising from their seats stariled Amelia sobudly that she instinctively ducked behind Simon. 

“What are you doing?‘ she squeaked. 

Hamson’s expression remained cold and unchanging. “If you don’t need your eyes, then we raight as well donate them to someone who does.” 

As the men advanced with a chillingly intimidating air, Amelia let out an ear piercing stream, her voice reverberating through the cabin like an alarm. “Is there no justice left? You 

He dramatic burst drew alarmed frowns from the flight attendants, who quickly intervened, escorting her out of the first–class cabin and down to economy. 

Amelia resisted every step of the way, her struggles and high–pitched protests attracting irritated stares from passengers crammed into the economy section 

Mortified, Simon followed her, his expression dark with embarrassment. Through clenched teeth, be hissed, “Lower your voice!” 

But Amelia, still brimming with fury, reused to back down. 

She couldn’t even place at Janice? 

Why the hell not? 

Embarrassed by the scene, Simon had no choice but to follow Amelia and sit with ber in the last row of economy class. 

His expression was so grim,. It was downright frightening. 

For now, he’d endure it. Until he made contact with shirley, there was no other option. But once Shirley stepped in, he would see how long Edward would keep shielding Janice 

There was no way a man like Edward would prioritize a woman over his career. 

Amelia muttered under her breath, “Simon, it’s not like I wanted to cause a see. It’s just that they- 

“Are you sick?” Simon interrupted 

at Amelia freze, her eyes flickering with guilt. “Simon, why would you suddenly ask that? I’m not 

“What kind of supplements have you been taking lately? Do you know anyone with cancer who can scream as loudly as you just did? Simon’s expression was a mix of suspicion and thinly wild com 

The volume of her serums earlier was so loud that even he doubted he could match it 

Amelia clinched her chest dramatically as if his words had physically wounded bar. 

Simon averted his gaze “Just be careful about how loudly you scream.” 

Misinterpreting his comment as a concern, Amella’s anger melted into a coy bashfulness. “Thank you for caring for me, Simon. I’m fine. I just couldn’t stand how overbearing 

Simon ignored her completely. He wasn’t worried about whether Amelia’s throat was okay. He was silently praying she wouldn’t keel over and die on the plane with his account Croom, there was no way he could afford to pay for 

Soll, he couldn’t help but notice how mesually high–spirited Amelia had seemed lately. Was that targeted therapy working that well? 

Time and time again, be’d come home late only to find her wide awake, playing video games with manic enthusiasm. 

Honestly, worried him. He was always afraid she’d get too worked up, lose control, and just drop dead. 

And that happened wouldn’t the value of his villa plummet by hat? 

How unlucky would that be?