The Royal Contract

Chapter 916

Chapter 916: Was that even a yes?

It was like reliving the Hansel and Gretel story. But instead of chasing the bread crumbs trail, she tracked down the reddish paw prints. She tiptoed into the living room, careful not to trip on the floor.

She could feel a slight swirling in her eyesight and slow coordination with her motor skills. A sign that she might be a little drunk. But as she moved further, she had to hold on to the furniture for support.

Maybe she was drunker than she thought, losing track of her alcohol intake since they started drinking. It appeared the effect might be kicking faster as she continued her movements.

Amelia stopped by the staircase, seeing that the clues led to the second floor. “I can do this.” She was a lightweight when it involved consuming alcohol as she slowed down each step.

She held tightly to the handrail to prevent herself from falling. Yet, somehow, she had successfully reached the top landing without causing an accident, such a great accomplishment, patting herself on the back.

She could not help the chuckle that escaped her lips when she heard Tony barking. It was coming from the other side of the hallway, not Evan’s room.

That was easy, she thought.

.....

She would have her revenge when she caught him. But first, she had to make it to the room before she passed out as her head spun faster. Why again did she drink too much? Because she was enjoying so much time with Evan.

Finally, she reached the room in question. Then, she heard something inside. “You have to be a good boy and stay quiet.” It was so cute, asking a dog not to make a noise. It was like asking a baby not to cry. If only they had a switch button, but they did not.

She was not mad, but she would like to get even. Slowly, she tiptoed closer to the door. At least she tried not to make too much noise. She doubted she had succeeded in her task as she giggled at her effort.

Still, she opened the door gently, trying to peek inside, but the door swung open, finding herself more imbalanced than she thought. That wine was kicking in her system, and she could not do anything about it.

Maybe she should drink more so she would not be such a lightweight.

“What?” Amelia was barely a few steps inside the room when she noticed the red rose petals that scattered the floor. She wondered if she also had impaired eyesight as she started to see things.

She knelt on the floor to double-check her vision. Fortunately, when she touched the petals, they were real. The red paw prints did not magically turn into red rose petals.

Then, Tony showed up before her, licking her face as if he was glad she had found him. He barked a few times, trying to gain her attention. Of course, who could ignore an adorable dog like him?

“Tony, you are such a good boy.” She complimented the dog for revealing himself. Yet, she wondered where the owner was.

She tapped the dog on his head, letting her fingers skim across his furry back. Then, her fingers stumbled on something on his neck. It felt like it did not belong on his collar.

Slowly, she strode inside the room with the dog following, wondering why he was alone. Then, she saw the bed that was also full of petals. It certainly looked romantic as she sat on the edge of the bed with Tony still by her side.

“What do you have here?” She curiously asked, taking a closer look, but Tony only barked at her. Of course, what other response was she expecting from the dog?

With her uncoordinated eye and hand movement, it took her a minute before she untied the object knotted to Tony’s collar. She stared at the capsule-like casing and wondered what it was.

But before she could figure out how to open it, the lights suddenly shut off, but the darkness did not entirely envelop the room as flickered lights came from all angles, enveloping her. When she scrutinized, it seemed like candles surrounded her.

“What is going on here?” She questioned, asking the dog as if he could answer her. “Evan, is that you?” She could see a shadow moving toward her, but she could hardly see his face.

“Yes, it is just me.” Evan quickly answered, not wanting her to be frightened. “Do you like the roses and the candles?” He continued until he stood closer to her. “It is the best I can do on short notice.”

Even in the dim light, he could see how beautiful she was, especially surrounded by flowers. Tonight she looked like a Goddess, except for the slightly reddish stain on her skin and clothes.

“It is lovely. You did not have to go to such trouble.” She mumbled, slightly in awe of his sweet gesture.

She appreciated that he again put a tremendous effort into making this night special. It was again one night that she would never forget.

“What is this?” Suddenly, she remembered the object in her hand, showing it to the man who stayed standing, just staring at her face. But his attention immediately shifted to the small container she was dangling in her hand.

“You asked me earlier why I am hesitating about adopting Tony,” Evan spoke up to her. This time, he knelt before her, staring into her eyes, seeking her full attention.

“Yes,” Amelia remembered that. But what did it have to do with this? She was confused because her mind was refusing to process the situation. She must be getting drunker by the minute.

“It is about you,” Evan answered, but in her mind, he might as well be speaking in riddles as she looked at him more confused.

“Me? What about me?” She asked, still unable to piece the puzzle, looking down at the man with glazed eyes. She believed she was starting to see doubles as she blinked her eyes twice.

“I think I will need your permission if I should keep Tony,” Evan said as he took the container in her hand.

He did notice that Amelia was a bit out of it. He did not intentionally plan to intoxicate her, but they were having so much fun that he lost track of the wine they were drinking.

He was nervous, too, just like her, so he also needed the boost. Regrettably, he did not consider that she was not a drinker. Now, he wondered how drunk she was.

“Of course, you can have Tony, silly. Why do you need my permission?” She could not understand the logic of the question.

“Because I want you to marry me,” Evan said, pulling the ring out of the capsule and placing it between them.

“Of course, you can marry me, silly. Why do you need my permission?” But before she could say more. “I think I am drunk.” She announced, dropping on the bed as she closed her eyes.

Now, what?

As he stared at the woman who had just accepted his proposal but did she? It seemed it was debatable. Would she remember any of this by tomorrow, or would the alcohol block out her memory of this night?

Was that even a yes?