Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 184

Edward was tall and well-built. His black attire, especially the leather jacket, amplified his cold, intimidating presence.

He took a few steps forward and fixed his piercing gaze on Amelia, who was clearly frightened by his sudden appearance.

With a slight raise of his chin, he commanded in a hoarse voice, "Come down."

Amelia swallowed the last bit of her potato chip, her throat tightening with anxiety. "Mr. Moore, you can't just barge into someone's house like this," she said, her voice trembling.

Edward's gaze was steady and intense, sending shivers down Amelia's spine. Her legs felt like jelly as she scanned the living room, which was crowded with bodyguards. There was nowhere to run.

She descended the stairs and entered the living room. Edward stood motionless, radiating a chilling presence.

"You hired the driver who caused the accident with Calvin and Janice, didn't you?" he said, his voice low.

Amelia's heart pounded. How did he find out so quickly? It was impossible! The driver had been paid to keep quiet no matter what.

Watching her throat bob nervously, Edward pressed, "Was anyone else involved in this?"

feeling that if it was just her, he wouldn't

filled the living

cold, unforgiving gaze sent a wave of

I... I made a

mistake that involved attempted murder?" Edward's tone

the driver. I hate Janice! I even wish she was dead, but I wouldn't have the guts to do anything. It was Heidi who pushed me. She said that once

a step back,

trembling as he lit a cigarette. He didn't dare to call the hospital

then, a car pulled up outside. Heidi stepped out,

have you come up with any new crochet designs recently?"

course," she said. "I'm

steps. He was illuminated by the moonlight as snowflakes gently fell around him. His gaze was

up with

here? Did you come to see me?" For a moment, she wondered if

designs, so she hadn't noticed Amelia's

drawn to the bodyguards behind Edward inside the house.

by the throat and slammed her against the door. She struggled and started hitting his