The Divorced Heiress Is Getting Married Again novel Chapter 146

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Amelie stood in her bedroom, the soft glow of the dimmed lights casting a warm, golden hue over the 

room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender from the candles she had lit, a desperate attempt to calm her racing thoughts. The door was locked, and the silence was deafening. 

She had dismissed all of her maids, not wanting anyone to nag 

her about her quiet and somewhat groggy state. She needed time, space–to think, to feel, to process everything that had happened the night before. 

She undressed slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as she removed each piece of clothing. When she was finally bare, she took a few seconds to assess the light pink marks on her body—the sensual “branding” left by Liam as if he wanted to claim her, to make sure she would constantly think of his touch every time she saw her body. 

With a long sigh escaping her mouth, Amelie stepped into the hot, inviting bath and leaned against its smooth back. The water immediately soothed her 

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aching muscles, and she let out a soft moan of relief as she sank deeper into the tub, letting the warmth envelop her. 

But the physical relief did little to ease the turmoil inside her. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and 

no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about last night–about Liam, about 

everything that he did to her in his relentless fit of 

passion. 

Amelie kept scolding herself for being so cold to her husband this morning, and again during their flight back home. It wasn’t fair, and it certainly wasn’t how she truly felt, but she couldn’t help it. She was 

exhausted and in a lot of pain, she wanted to be a little sulky too. 2 

Amelie closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the edge of the tub as the memories of their passionate night together flooded her senses. It had been the most intense, exhilarating, and most erotic experience of her entire life. 

She had been on cloud nine while her true emotions took charge of her body. Every touch, every kiss, every bite, every pinch, every whispered word from Liam 

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had sent shivers down her spine. Yet, she knew him 

too well–his gentle, sensitive heart. She was certain that her aloofness had hurt him deeply, that he was probably beating himself up right now, thinking he had disappointed her. 

But he hadn’t. Oh, how far from the truth that was. 

Amelie let out a small laugh, though it was tinged with a hint of exasperation. 

“Liam… you giant teddy bear,” she murmured to herself. She wasn’t disappointed–far from it. The problem wasn’t him; it was her. She had never experienced anything like that before. 

Her previous marriage had been nothing compared to this–this overwhelming wave of passion that Liam had awakened within her. It was thrilling, yes, but it was also terrifying. Her body was still aching from the intensity of it all, and she hadn’t been able to do anything the day after because of it. 

But it wasn’t just the physical toll that worried her. No, it was what their night together meant. Amelie bit her lower lip, her thoughts swirling again. Now that they had crossed that line, there was no reason for them to 

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sleep in separate bedrooms anymore, was there? And that meant… that meant they might do that very same thing every night.” 

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson at the thought. Amelie could barely handle the memory of last night, let alone the idea of it becoming a regular occurrence. She remembered Liam’s insatiable behavior, how he had been so completely consumed by his desire for her. It had felt like both pleasure and torture all at once, and while she had loved every second of it, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to embrace that level of intensity on a nightly basis. 

‘It was almost like he was an entirely different person… So greedy, so possessive… I’ve never had anyone lusting after me so much.’ 

Amelie slid her hand over the places where her 

husband had touched her before and felt her heartbeat fasten again. 

She knew she had to talk to him about it, to make him understand. But how? How could she explain that while she adored what they had shared, she needed time to get used to it? That she needed to ease into. this new chapter of their relationship, especially given 

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her past? 

The bathwater had grown cold by the time Amelie finally emerged, her skin soft and clean and her mind a little clearer too, though still clouded with uncertainty. 

She wrapped herself in a thick, plush towel, savoring the soft fabric against her skin, and then padded over to the vanity, where a glass of wine, prepared by Mary, waited for her lips. She took a small sip, hoping it would calm her nerves, before taking another, larger one. The wine was rich and smooth, but it did little to quell the storm inside her. 

She sat down in the chair by the window, the cool night air brushing against her damp skin as she waited 

for Liam to return. 

‘Knowing his personality, I’m sure he will be too 

anxious to go straight to sleep after work. But if he still does, I will be the one to make the first step.‘ 

Amelie wasn’t sure how long she sat there, staring out at the bright city lights twinkling in the distance, her fingertips making lazy circles over the rim of the glass. The wine was nearly finished when she finally heard a 

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soft knock on the door. 

“Amelie?” Liam’s voice was tentative, almost meek, and 

it tugged at the woman’s heart. She could picture him standing there, hesitant, unsure if she even wanted to see him. Almost like a scolded puppy. 

She quickly downed the rest of her wine, feeling the liquid warmth spread through her chest, and stood up. With a deep breath, she walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening it to reveal her husband standing there, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself. 

Smaller been. Shrunk. 

Before he could say anything, Amelie reached out, grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind his back with a resounding sound. 

Liam looked down at her, all flustered, as she pushed him gently against the door, pinning him with her small body, her eyes locking with his. The man swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, “Lily?” 

Amelie didn’t respond immediately. She simply stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest as a thousand 

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thoughts raced through her mind. Finally, she sighed and leaned in, pressing a light, gentle kiss to his soft lips. 

She felt him relax slightly under her touch, his tension easing, but as he moved closer to kiss her again, she pulled back, placing her fingers against his lips. He ended up kissing her fingertips instead, his breath hot against her skin. 

“Liam…” she began, her voice soft but steady. “I wanted to apologize for being so cold to you this morning, and during our flight back home. The truth is… I really enjoyed our night together, but it was a little too much 

for me.” 

He arched his brows at her, concern clouding his stormy eyes, but she could see the restraint, the care in his expression. 

Amelie rubbed her forehead, still unsure of how to 

phrase what she wanted to say. Noticing her awkward struggle, Liam sighed briefly and gently grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away from her forehead and planting a soft kiss on it. 

“It’s alright, I get it. I was out of control last night, but 

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