Chapitre 165: Pouring Oil Over the Fire

"I'm sorry, Amelie," Liam stammered again, his voice cracking as his eyes filled with bitter tears. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I know it sounds like an excuse, but I truly had no idea what I was doing. I was sleepwalking, and she just happened to be there, so––"

Liam didn't get to finish his sentence as he noticed Amelie's expression darken.

She was staring at his chest, her gaze unfocused and somewhat distant.

Panic surged through him, and he gently cupped his wife's face, tilting it upward so she was forced to look at him again. Tears streamed down his face and he almost shouted, "Lily, I swear, nothing happened! She pulled me into her room, but she didn't do anything to me, and neither did I to her! You know I would never hurt you on purpose! I'm ready to do anything to prove it! I––"

His words caught in his throat as Amelie's warm hand reached up to his face, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.