Chapter 71: A Cat That Cares
"Why do you look like someone died?" Dimitri barked out over breakfast, staring stonily at Amelia over their breakfast. "You’ve been moping for several days."
"Excuse me?" Amelia asked, wondering if the early hour was affecting her hearing. Or it could possibly be the lack of sleep.
It was hard to get any sleep after Ronan had reminded her of the engagement party. Matteo was getting married to Emmeline despite whatever he told her. Her invitation continued to burn a hole in the rucksack she had haphazardly tossed it in when she moved out of Matteo’s apartment, and she had not found herself the courage to open it again.
Needless to say, Amelia knew she would not be invited. Horace Hawthorne would have to be insane to allow for her to come within ten feet of his family after all that had transpired.
Her heart gave a painful twinge. It was one thing for Emmeline and her mother to slander her, but she didn’t want Horace to believe she was a gold-digger responsible for leaking Emmeline’s nudes. No matter how much she disliked her, there were lines she wouldn’t cross!
"Your expression ruins my appetite," Dimitri Sullivan said without mincing any words. "You look like someone died, or defecated in your breakfast. This does not bode well, since you were the one who made breakfast."
He then glanced down at his plate, an expression of distaste at the simple egg and toast Amelia had made. Since she was effectively free-loading and putting Dimitri out of his room, she thought she might as well do the chores to make up for it.
"No, no, the breakfast is perfectly fine," Amelia said, taking a big bite of her toast to prove that it was delicious and not-poisoned.
Then she choked at the dryness of the bread. It might not have been poisoned, but it was certainly a bit too burnt for her liking. She had gotten lost in her thoughts and toasted the bread for too long.
Dimitri let out a sigh. "My brother has briefly updated me on your issues. You would do well to sue Caleb Walton for fraud and deceit." He then handed her a stack of name cards.
’Apex Law Firm’