Chapter 87

Amelia placed the neatly packed bag on the counter and pushed it toward him. Her fingers were stiff, her expression unreadable.

His eyes turned soft, and he simply said.

“For you.”

Her heart skipped, but pride surged faster. She recoiled as though he had handed her a live wire.

“Do you even hear yourself, Adrian? You humiliated me, broke me, and now you think a bag of clothes is going to— what? Undo everything? Make me melt?”

“It is not just clothes. It is… it is me trying, Amelia. Trying to reach you again.”

“Reach me? With a purchase receipt?” she snapped, then shoved the bag back toward him.

“Take your so-called gift and leave. I don’t want it. And I don’t want you hovering around my life pretending this is some grand gesture. It is embarrassing.”

His jaw tightened.

“Embarrassing? No, Amelia. What is embarrassing is that you would rather keep me at arm’s length than admit you still care. I see it in your eyes, you are still fi