Amelia's anger melted away as she felt the warmth of Nick's jacket drape over her bare shoulders. Her eyes caught sight of the pristine white fabric now covering her skin. The familiar scent of his cologne reached her nose, calming the fiery rage in her chest.
"Baby," Nick said softly, his tone gentle and reassuring, "why don't you wear my jacket? That way, everyone will know exactly who my woman is."
Amelia looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and appreciation. She whispered, "Thank you, my love," her heart full of warmth.
Across the room, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Lim's eyes widened in disbelief. If they didn't care so much about appearances, Mrs. Zhao might've stomped her foot in frustration right there. "My son is truly remarkable," she said, her voice laced with bitterness. "He knows exactly how to cover up a loss."
