Amelia POV
A sharp cry escaped my lips as pain shot through my leg. A loud thud echoed in the room, and within seconds, the door burst open.
"What the hell are you doing?" Maxwell's voice was sharp, his eyes flashing with something dangerously close to panic.
I groaned, gripping my knee. "I… I needed to use the bathroom."
His nostrils flared. "And you thought it was a good idea to do this alone? Why didn't you call me?"
"I didn't want to disturb you."
Maxwell exhaled harshly, raking a hand through his hair. "Nonsense. If you need something, you tell me. Do you understand?"
I swallowed, nodding.
"Good." He crouched down, his arms slipping beneath me before I could protest. In one swift movement, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bathroom.
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