Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 64

THE soft chime of the glass doors at Satin & Sage sang as another customer walked in, blending into the low hum of instrumental jazz floating through the boutique.

Amelia moved gracefully along the central runway between the clothing racks, fingers gliding over silk, linen, and tailored crepe. Her eyes caught everything. A slightly crooked tag. A scarf folded too loosely. A handbag not angled correctly on its stand.

She paused in front of a mannequin dressed in a champagne satin midi gown.

“Stella,” she called without turning.

“Yes, ma’am?” one of the sales representatives hurried over.

“This belt is off-center.” Amelia adjusted it herself with precise fingers. “When details shift, perception shifts. We sell precision here.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“No apologies. Just alignment.”

She stepped away, brushing invisible lint from the fabric.

Across the boutique, another attendant struggled with a customer who looked mildly indecisive.

“Ma’am,” the attendant whispered urgently as Amelia approached, “she is not sure about the emerald piece.”

Amelia smiled warmly at the middle-aged woman examining a flowing emerald evening dress.

“It is a bold color,” Amelia said smoothly. “But it doesn’t overpower you. It frames you.”

The woman looked up, surprised.

“You think so?”

“I know so. But if you prefer something quieter, we have it in deep wine as well.” She gestured lightly. “Priscilla will show you.”

The woman brightened.

“Thank you.”

Amelia nodded and stepped back, allowing the sales rep to take over seamlessly.

Another customer, a young man in a tailored navy suit, approached hesitantly.

“Excuse me, are you the owner?”

Amelia turned with a professional smile.

“I am.”

“I need something elegant. Engagement dinner.”

“Congratulations,” she replied warmly. “Tomi will assist you with our premium selection. She has an excellent eye.”

She signaled subtly, and the sales rep appeared immediately.

“Take him to Section C. Show him the Italian cuts first.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The boutique flowed like a well-rehearsed orchestra under her quiet command.

She adjusted a silk scarf on a display stand, smoothing it just enough to create effortless perfection.

Then from the corridor to the right, brisk footsteps approached.

“Hey, Ms. I was actually headed to your office.”

Ryan appeared beside her, tablet in hand as usual, glasses resting low on his nose.

“You sent for me,” he added.

Amelia didn’t stop walking.

“Yes, Ryan. Has my suite been booked?”

He walked beside her, tapping lightly on his tablet.

“Ocean Crest Resort, Paradise Bay, The Bahamas. Presidential beachfront suite. Private balcony. Discreet check-in.”

She gave the faintest nod.

“Good.”

“Your flight leaves Saturday morning. Private terminal. Return ticket is flexible.”

“Flexible is good.” She paused near a rack of resort dresses and adjusted a hanger. “How many rooms are adjacent to mine?”

Ryan didn’t blink.

“Two. Both currently reserved.”

“For?”

He looked up briefly. “Privacy.”

A subtle curve touched her lips.

“I like privacy.”

A sales rep hurried toward her.

“Ma’am, the shipment from Milan just arrived.”

“Inspect the stitching before tagging,” Amelia replied calmly. “No piece touches the floor.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She turned back to Ryan.

“And the documents?”

“In the leather portfolio. Delivered to your home already.”

“Soft copy?”

“Encrypted.”

She stopped walking and finally looked at him fully.

“No one else knows, right?”

“Only what you want them to know,” he answered evenly.

A flicker of satisfaction passed through her eyes.

“Good.”

A customer brushed past, and Amelia stepped aside gracefully.

“Your spa appointments are confirmed,” Ryan continued in a lower tone. “Massages, sunset yoga, boat tour.”

She arched a brow slightly.

He cleared his throat.

“For appearances.”

“Of course,” she replied lightly.

“And the meeting?”

She reached for a silk kaftan, pretending to study its pattern.

“Rescheduled?”

“Tuesday afternoon.”

“Location?”

“Off-site. As requested.”

She nodded once. “Excellent.”

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