Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 89

THE night air was cool, tinged with salt and the soft hum of the waves as Amelia followed Ifeanyi along the dimly lit path that led away from the resort. The lights lining the promenade faded gradually as they approached a more secluded area, and the soft rustle of leaves replaced the background noise of the bar.

“I thought you would like this,” Ifeanyi said, pausing at the gate to a small private reserve adjoining the resort. “It is quiet, and there is not usually anyone around at this hour.”

Amelia’s eyes widened.

“A private reserve? Really?”

He nodded.

“Yeah. The resort sponsors it. Helps keep some of the local wildlife safe. Flamingos, turtles, a few parrots…”

Her face lit up.

“Flamingos? I love them!”

They entered together, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet was the only sound besides the occasional distant call of a bird. A row of flamingos stood elegantly in shallow water, their heads tucked into their plumage as if posing for them. Amelia let out a quiet laugh.

“They are so graceful,” she murmured, leaning slightly closer to get a better look.

“If you watch long enough,” Ifeanyi said softly, “you notice that even the quietest ones have a way of commanding attention.”

She glanced at him, surprised by the philosophical tone, and found herself smiling.

“I think that applies to people too.”

They moved along to a small enclosure where turtles rested lazily under the moonlight. Amelia crouched slightly to observe them, her eyes following the slow movements of one particularly large turtle.

“They don’t rush, do they?” she said, her voice soft.

“If they did,” he replied, “they wouldn’t last long in nature. Everything has its pace. Everything its rhythm.”

They walked further into a small aviary, filled with parrots whose vivid colors almost glowed under the gentle spotlights. One parrot tilted its head at them, eyes bright and inquisitive. Amelia laughed again, reaching out instinctively, though keeping her hand just short of the wire.

“Childhood memories?” Ifeanyi asked lightly, noticing her smile.

Amelia’s eyes softened, and she nodded, leaning lightly against the railing.

“Yeah… memories from when I was younger. Summer vacations, holidays with family… small adventures that somehow stayed with me longer than they should have.”

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