Chapter 299 Amelia And Joanna's Heated Quarrel
She believed she said the words within but was astounded to see Amos and Amelia turn and peered at her.
"You are here also!" Amelia remarked with widened eyes. "He didn\'t tell me he had a visitor," Amelia continued. She made sure she emphasized the fact that Joanna was just a visitor while she was the real deal.
[You are a vampire so, of course, you knew I was here all along so quit with the pretence already]
"Who says I am just a visitor?" Joanna snapped. Since she was discovered there was no need for her to act sneakily again.
She came out of the bedroom.
The moment Joanna stepped out of the door, Amelia stared at her fine long legs. The way she frowned while gazing at the short denim she wore showed her inner feeling but Joanna didn\'t care about the lady\'s feelings.
Has Amelia ever considered her feelings while flirting with him?
"Have you ever seen a visitor who knows the passcode of the owner\'s house…,"
"I am sure he was just being considerate by telling you his passcode because he considers you a good friend," Amelia cut in sharply.
Amos watched them talk in silence.
He has witnessed how scary women can be when provoked. The last thing he wants to do is anger any of them by taking sides.
[Why do I hate hearing her call me his FRIEND so much today?]
"I am not his friend. In fact, he says as long as it\'s me I can come into his house and leave however I want…,"
"That\'s…,"
"Amelia, I was about to disinfect and apply ointment on her wounds before you arrived," Amos decided to intervene, noticing that their squabble was going to graduate into something else.
"Why do you need to do that when you have me here?" Amelia asked. She hurried to assist Joanna.
"Not only do I have little knowledge about medicine but because I am a lady it will be very convenient for me to treat her. I can touch places you wouldn\'t dare to see or touch," Amelia said. She tried to hold Joanna\'s hand but Joanna rejected her help.
"You only have little knowledge about medicine, is that why you acted like a professional and taught him first-aid treatment," Joanna said inaudibly.
"Did you say something?" Amelia asked with raised eyebrows.
"I said I can manage just fine," Joanna replied nonchalantly. She moved to the centre table leaving Amelia to stand gazing at her.
"That\'s not what you said…,"
"If you heard it then why did you bother asking," Joanna said under her breath. She stretched her hand and dropped the clutches on the centre table.
"I beg your pardon," Amelia said while glaring at the lady whose nonchalance was on another level.
Joanna ignored Amelia\'s deadly glares and shifted her attention to the guy who was the reason for the lady\'s fight.
The most baffling thing was that he chose to remain quiet at such a moment.
"Amos, I am sick of using these damn clutches. I want my wounds to heal in the quickest time possible. Can you help me get the first aid box now?" Joanna sounded as gentle as a dove while talking to Amos unlike her domineering attitude earlier.
"I will bring it now…,"
"No, let me do it," Amelia grabbed his hand before he had the opportunity to walk away.
"Are you sure?" Amos asked as he looked at Amelia\'s face sceptically.
Amelia forced a smile, "It\'s fine. Your friend is sick so I should have a bigger heart and be more considerate," she said softly.
She walked away after making Amos sit on the couch opposite Joanna.
"I thought it was gonna be just the two of us today so what the hell is she doing here? Did you call her to come over?" Joanna demanded the instant Amelia was no longer in sight.
"Of course not," He denied quickly. He stared at her intently. From her fuming expression to her clenched hands everything depicts anger.
[Is she jealous of Amelia? Is this why she loses her temper whenever she is around? - Was Fin\'s assumption true all along?]
Amos lowered his gaze seeing the fuming lady turn to stare at him.
There was momentary silence after he spoke. "Joan, I thought you said you were on the verge of collapsing some minutes ago but why do you look so energized now?" Amos quizzed.
"I almost thought you were gonna exchanged blows with her because you are jealous of her…,"
"I am jealous of her?" Joanna scoffed, not letting him finish what he wanted to say.
"Yeah. You are jealous of her because she and I are close or isn\'t that why it looked as if you wanted to murder her…,"
"Hey!" Joanna shouted and stood up to her feet. She composed herself when she realised that it wasn\'t only the two of them.
[If you knew that much then why did you still let her into the house? Are you eager to piss me off even though I am sick?]
Joanna clutched her fist while glaring at him.
"I mean why should I be jealous of other women when you are mine?" Joanna declared fiercely.
"I am yours?" Amos asked thinking that he might have misheard her utterances.
"Why are you asking as if you were not aware of it?" Joanna questioned, frowning.
"Ooh… tell me something I don\'t know," Amos said. He leaned back with his attention concentrated on her alone.
His body stiffened when stood up and bent with her mouth very close to his left ear.
"You are my mate so that makes me the official wife. The one worthy of standing by your side as the Queen," Joanna whispered and pulled away. She sat back down on the couch.
"Nobody can take away that position from me since I was ordained that title since conception. Any other woman you have aside from me will be none than Mistresses…,"
"Even mates break their bond when they are no longer in love with each other so why are you so sure that you will always have a place in his heart and life?" A voice coming from the other side of the room disrupted their conversation.
They didn\'t need to lift their heads to know the owner of the voice.
"I mean he is not even your mate so doesn\'t that make it easier for him to move on to another woman when you only take him as a plaything?" Amelia demanded sternly.
She finally came out of her hiding place.
"Are you talking to me?" Joanna asked as she shot Amelia a piercing glare.
"Who else is here if not you…,"
"Amelia, that is enough," Amos ordered, standing up from where he sat.