Chris made the first move. He sent someone to the preschool to quietly grab some of Owen's hair and a used tissue, then shipped them off to a lab for paternity test. He made sure Amelia got the info.

As Chris expected, Amelia reached out to Lucius, the only guy in Pinecrest who could handle this on the down low.

But they had no clue that Chris's real motive wasn't about the paternity test results.

"Mr. Spencer, Lucius's team has made their move," Ryder said softly as he walked into the study. "They've also swapped out Owen's test items, What should we do next?"

Chris stayed quiet for a moment, then suddenly stood up. Ignorng Ryder's question, he headed straight to the garage and drove off.

He floored it all the way to Amelia's place. But just as he was about to get out of the car,he hesitated.

He didn't know what she was up to, why she wouldn't come clean, or why she kept hiding her true self.

But she must have her reasons.

Shawn was right about one thing: Chris didn't really get Amelia,nor did he know how to respect her.

He should wait for the day she'd willingly tell him everything.

The next morning, Amelia slept in for the first time, waking up around ten.

She heard noises from the kitchen and thought a burglar had broken in.

Rushing downstairs, she found something worse than a burglar.

"Why are you here?" she exclaimed, staring at Chris's busy back in shock.

Chris was making tomato sauce, clearly struggling, cursing under his breath, with a tablet playing a cooking tutorial beside himn. It was her tablet,now splattered with tomato sauce.

"Cooking," Chris replied without turning around, focused on the sauce.

A loud sizzle followed as oil and diced tomatoes splattered everywhere,making a mess of the stove.

Chris hurried to turn off the heat but accidentally turned it up, causing a plume of black smoke to rise.

Amelia, alarmed, pulled him away, turned off the stove, opened the vent,and aired out the kitchen.

When she finally turned to look at him, she couldn't help but laugh.

The usually composed Chris was now standing there with a bewildered expression. She sighed, "Mr. Spencer, are you doing performance art?"

Chris's face was already darkened, somewhat angry, "I don't know how to cook.Do you?"

It was the first time he had thrown such a childish tantrum.

Amelia cleaned up the kitchen, took out fresh ingredients, and made tomato sauce spaghetti for him, having heard his stomach growling.

Chris initially thought she was mocking him, but within twenty minutes,she had a plate of spaghetti ready.

The aroma hit him before he even saw the dish,a rich,tangy scent.

"Here you go," Amelia said,setting the plate in front of him. She chuckled,"I can't believe a big-shot CEO like you would cook. It's kinda funny."

Chris took a bite, planning to just taste it, but the flavor was so good it made him forget to respond to her teasing.

Halfway through, he noticed she wasn't eatingand asked. "Why aren't you eating?"

Amelia smiled, "I don't usually have spaghetti for breakfast. I made oatmeal.Want some?"

Chris said,"No,thanks."

He quickly finished the spaghetti, even eating it clean.

"Is it that good?" Amelia was surprised. She hadn't expected her cooking to impress Chris.

She knew he was super picky, often refusing to eat at events if he didn't like the food. Victor had even arranged a team of top chefs for him,ready to cook gourmet meals at any time.

Who would've thought a simple spaghetti would win his approval?

He even cleaned the plate, showving how much he enjoyed it.

"Just okay," Chris said nonchalantly, glancing at her and noticing her smiling eyes, which caught him off guard.

"Alright, you've had breakfast and made a mess of the kitchen. Time for you to go," Amelia said,trying to get him to leave.

But Chris stayed put. "I'm waiting for lunch. Grandpa kicked me out, froze all my assets. and I don't have a penny. You wouldn't let me be homeless,would you?"

Amelia was shocked. "What happened? Did you upset Mr. Victor Spencer again? Is he okay?"

Chris raised an eyebrow. "You care about him a lot. Why don't you ask if I got beaten up or hurt?"

"Did you?" Amelia's brows furrowed as she looked him over, noticing his left hand hanging limply.

"Yeah." Chris said, almost jokingly. "Grandpa was really mad and hit me with his cane. My wrist hurts."

"Really?" Amelia instinctively stepped closer, staring into his eyes. "Swear you're not lying.

Chris glared at her. "Not only did I get beaten, but I also went hungry for a day and a night. You're really heartless, not even asking about me...What are you doing?"

Before he could finish, Amelia stepped forward, gently holding his hand. "Does it hurt?"

Her soft, fragrant touch made his heart melt.

He shook his head, "Who am I? Such a small injury is nothing to me."

But when Amelia rolled up his sleeve, she saw his arm was swollen.

"You need to go to the hospital," she said, quickly changing and dragging him out.

Watching her serious profile as she drove.Chris's gaze softened.

"You're worried about me," he said with a sly smile. "You really love me but refuse to admit it."

Amelia stayed silent.

How could Chris be so confident?

They soon arrived at the hospital. The doctor ran a full check-up and found several old wounds that hadn't healed properly, but they were now infected and causing a fever.