Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 22

AMELIA stepped out of her car and into the polished entrance of Satin and Sage, the familiar hum of activity greeting her like an old companion. The glass doors slid open smoothly, ushering her into the cool, elegant lobby that smelled faintly of coffee and expensive perfume. Almost immediately, a few of her sales reps noticed her and gathered around with warm smiles.

“Good morning, ma’am,” one of them said brightly.

“Morning, Mrs. Harlow,” another chimed in. “Welcome back.”

Amelia smiled, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

“Good morning, everyone.”

One of the younger reps tilted her head slightly, concern flickering across her face.

“We heard Gabriel got hurt. Is his hand okay?”

Amelia’s smile softened.

“He is fine now. Just a minor cut. Kids heal fast you know.”

“That is good to hear,” someone said with relief. “We were worried.”

“Thank you,” Amelia replied. “I appreciate the concern.”

Another rep added, “He is back in school already?”

“Yes,” Amelia nodded. “He resumed yesterday. He is doing well.”

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Amelia excused herself and began walking deeper into the building. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floor as she moved with practiced elegance, acknowledging greetings with small nods and smiles.

“Sarian,” she called out when she passed the front desk.

Sarian looked up immediately.

“Good morning, ma’am.”

“Please make my morning coffee,” Amelia said. “The usual.”

“Right away.”

Amelia continued toward her office, already mentally sorting through her day’s schedule, when a familiar voice stopped her just outside her door.

“Morning, Ms. Amelia.”

She turned to see Ryan standing there, tablet tucked under his arm, a polite smile on his face.

“Good morning, Ryan,” she greeted. “You are early.”

“So are you,” he replied lightly. “I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad.”

“Manageable,” she said, unlocking her door. “Come in.”

They stepped into her office together. Amelia set her bag on the desk while Ryan remained standing, casual yet respectful.

“How are the kids?” he asked. “And how is Gabriel?”

She sighed softly.

“They are fine now. Gabriel’s hand is healing well. Gaddiel wouldn’t leave his side for a second.”

Ryan smiled.

“That sounds like him.”

“And Bernice?” Amelia asked, turning to him.

“She is good,” Ryan replied. “Busy with school and insisting that handling school and a family of two, looks difficult.”

Amelia chuckled.

“You can't be serious.”

Ryan nodded in agreement, then hesitated briefly before speaking again.

“So… has Charles called since that day?”

The question landed heavier than she expected. Amelia paused, then shook her head slowly.

“No. He hasn’t.”

Ryan’s brows drew together.

“That is… disappointing.”

She offered a small, dismissive shrug.

“He is probably busy.”

Ryan studied her face carefully, choosing his words with caution.

“Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check in. Especially after everything.”

“Yes,” Amelia agreed quietly. “It wouldn’t.”

Sarian knocked lightly and entered with Amelia’s coffee, setting it gently on the desk before leaving. Amelia wrapped her fingers around the mug, drawing comfort from the warmth.

Ryan cleared his throat.

“I’m sure he will call,” he said, keeping his tone professional. “Things get hectic sometimes.”

“Exactly,” Amelia said quickly. “That is what I think too.”

Ryan smiled, though there was a knowing look in his eyes. No matter how busy a man was, he knew, there was always time for a phone call, especially in this situation— but he kept that thought to himself.

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