What kind of relationship does he have with his family? I wonder what happen that caused so mich drama within them. Who is Amelia? Maybe, I can explain the situation to her somehow bring them back together....

The city lights flickered like stars as the two of them settled into the plush leather seats of the vehicle. Kaelynnee, unaware of the exhaustion weighing heavily upon her, felt her head loll back and forth in a desperate attempt to stay awake during the ride home. Just as she fought to keep her eyelids from succumbing to the heaviness, they finally fluttered shut, her breathing softening into a gentle rhythm. As her head eventually rested against his shoulder, he was momentarily taken aback, caught off guard by her sudden trust and vulnerability. A fleeting impulse urged him to push her away, but he hesitated, ultimately finding solace in the warmth of her presence. His lips curled into a soft smile as he whispered, "You did well, Miss Kaelynnee," cherishing the tranquility of the moment amidst the bustling city outside.

"Young master, we have arrived at the apartment complex," the chauffeur informed.

He hesitated to wake her, captivated by the serene beauty of her slumber. She lay there, a vision of tranquility, reminiscent of a blend between Rapunzel and Sleeping Beauty. Her luscious, dirty blonde hair cascaded around her like a silken halo, while her stunning blue eyes, framed by delicate lashes, fluttered softly in the depths of dreams. In that moment, he found himself irresistibly drawn to her, an unexplainable attraction stirring within him as he admired her peaceful expression.

"Young master, would you like to summon someone to help get her out of the vehicle?" the chauffeur inquired, his voice steady yet respectful as he glanced at the young man's troubled expression. The evening cast long shadows, and the soft hum of the engine seemed to hang in the air between them, amplifying the weight of the moment.

"Do not worry; I will be fine," he assured the chauffeur.

He carefully cradled her on his back as she slept soundly, trying his best to remain steady. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, a testament to the effort it took to support her weight. "How much does this woman weigh? She really should lay off the sweets," he mused internally, a hint of frustration creeping into his thoughts. "Maybe I should have called someone to help carry her inside."

Summoning every ounce of strength, he navigated the elevator with her, each movement a challenge as he approached her door. He quickly typed the code into the keypad, his heart racing. Once inside the living room, he gently lowered her onto the couch, gasping for breath. The trek to her bedroom felt insurmountable.

With care, he removed the stiletto heels that pinched her feet, his fingers delicately applying ointment to the angry, swollen patches. He elevated her feet, hoping to ease the discomfort. As he worked, she twitched in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips. Slowly, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with slumber. The faint rustle of sheets captured her attention, and she instinctively grasped the fabric tightly, cocooning herself.

Half-asleep, she murmured, "Do you think you could hire someone to find my parents? I have money now, so I can pay you."

"Sure," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll talk more about it in the morning. For now, just get some rest."

With a slight nod, she turned to her side, her grip on the sheets tightening as she succumbed to sleep once more. The room fell quiet, with only the soft sounds of her breathing filling the air.

He gently traced the curve of her cheek with his fingertips, marveling at the way she appeared so serene in her slumber, the weight of the long, taxing day slipping away from her features. "You look just like a chipmunk…" he mused affectionately, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as memories of his childhood flooded back, where a little chipmunk had once stolen his heart with its adorable antics. But just as quickly as that thought brought him warmth, he felt a pang of uncertainty gnaw at him. He withdrew his hand, his heart suddenly heavy. "What am I doing?" he questioned himself, the words echoing in the stillness of the room.

In that moment, he wrestled with the reality of their situation, reflecting on the reasons behind their contract marriage and the choices that had led him to this point. He was all too aware of the grave mistake he had made—one that left an indelible mark, a stain he believed to be unforgivable. His heart, he knew, belonged solely to Amelia, leaving no room for anyone else. Yet there was an undeniable allure to Kaelynnee, a magnetic pull that intrigued him since the day they met. Raised in privilege, he saw her as a charming enigma, a peasant whose spirit seemed untouched by his world of wealth and expectation. This contract was intended as a mere charity project, but perhaps fate had woven a more complicated tapestry than he had anticipated—one that hinted at the possibility of something deeper between them.

"But that doesn't mean we can't be friends in this contract marriage," he pondered, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. With that thought in mind, he reached for her phone resting on the table, his fingers brushing against the sleek surface as he connected their devices to exchange contact information.

As the screen flashed, he glanced over at her, a soft bubble of laughter rising in his throat. She was nestled against the pillow, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk storing away treasures for winter. He quickly snapped a picture of her adorable sleeping face, the gentle rise and fall of her breath adding to her charm.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he changed her contact name from the formal "Kaelynnee Anderson" to the whimsical "My Chipmunk." Giggling quietly to himself, he found the playful alteration delightfully entertaining, a small secret to cherish in the midst of their unconventional arrangement.