Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 101

Chapter101

“No.”

“Leave, Aubrey. I don’t need your pity.”

Aubrey didn’t reply, just turned and walked away, her steps heavy with sadness.

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The instant the door clicked shut, Damon covered his face with his hands, taking deep, shuddering breaths. He wheeled himself back to the computer, frantically pulling up the house’s security system, scanning the grid of tiny screens for any sign of Aubrey.

On one of the monitors, he spotted her at the end of the hallway, a slender figure huddled in the corner. Aubrey was curled up, knees drawn to her chest, her face buried in her arms, pressed against the wall.

He zoomed in on the image, magnifying it several times, and saw her slight frame trembling.

In that moment, she looked like a stray kitten, abandoned in a corner, as if she was hurt and nursing her wounds in solitude.

He pulled his hands from the desk, leaned back, and stared at the woman in the security footage, his own eyes welling up.

The night was still and quiet.

Aubrey finished her porridge, cleaned up the kitchen, and returned to her room.

The layout of this room was a bit smaller than Damon’s, but it was still cozy and unique, with all the necessities, and even sanitary pads thoughtfully provided in the closet.

The room had everything, except for medicine.

She had insomnia and didn’t sleep well that night, unable to get up the next morning.

Until her phone buzzed.

She jolted awake, rubbed her heavy forehead, still groggy, and grabbed her phone to check the time.

It was almost ten o’clock.

“Damn it,” she thought. She was here to take care of Damon, and she had slept in until ten? Who would prepare Damon’s breakfast?

She scrambled out of bed and glanced at the notification that had popped up.

A bank deposit notification made her panic.

Vance Corp had deposited $20,000 into her account, with the memo:“Thank you.”

It was a bolt from the blue.

She was the villagers‘ representative lawyer; the other party sending her money with a thank–you note was definitely a conspiracy.

Evidence stolen, and now this stunt–it was a blatant attempt to frame her for bribery and accuse her of betraying her clients.

If the dozens of villagers found out about this, she would be left without a defense. If the public got agitated and believed this conspiracy, and then were incited further, she would be universally condemned.

She immediately got up and called Vincent Hall to report the matter.

Vincent said with concern, “It’s too late. Dozens of villagers, I don’t know where they heard the rumors, were encouraged to run to the firm early this morning, cursing you for accepting bribes, pretending to litigate for them, scolding you for deliberately delaying, and colluding with the Vance Corp to make them lose the case.”

“I’ll go over now and explain it to them.”

“Don’t come over for the time being. Let them calm down first. This needs to be considered carefully. You go to the bank immediately to report it and return the money through the original route.”

“Okay.”

Aubrey hung up the phone, quickly washed up, grabbed her bag, and ran out.

As she walked out of the room and passed through the hallway, she suddenly stopped. Outside in the garden, Damon was sitting in a wheelchair, watering the plants with a water gun.

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The warm sunlight bathed him, making him look handsome, vibrant, and full of life, not at all like the broken man Tracy described.

Damon caught sight of her in his peripheral vision. He turned off the water gun and looked up.

Their eyes met.

Aubrey blinked, snapping out of her daze, and quickly asked, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

Damon nodded.

“You made breakfast yourself?” Aubrey asked, surprised.

“The housekeeper did.”

Aubrey looked blank again. Tracy had said Damon was all alone here.

And she hadn’t seen any staff last night.

“What housekeeper?”

“A part–time housekeeper who comes to cook.”

“Oh.” Part–time, that explained why she hadn’t seen anyone.

Damon set down the water gun and steered his wheelchair toward her, stopping in front of her.“Going to work?”

Just overnight, and Damon’s attitude toward her was noticeably warmer. Aubrey wasn’t surprised; Damon seemed like a genuinely good guy.

“No, going to the bank. Got some urgent business to take care of.”

“When you get back, buy me an electric razor.”

Aubrey stared, dumbfounded, before she finally processed his words.

Was Damon saying he was okay with her staying?

Aubrey nodded eagerly.“Okay, what brand? What model?”

“Anything is fine.”

“I might not be back anytime soon.

“Okay.” Damon replied, turning his automated wheelchair around and leaving.

Aubrey also rushed out, dealing with an urgent matter.

She got to the bank and cleared the remittance.

Vincent was worried that the villagers would hurt her, and told her to stay home for a couple of days until everyone calmed down before going back to work.

But she rushed back to the firm anyway.

As she stepped into the lobby of the firm, she found it packed with villagers. The moment they spotted her, they surged forward, surrounding her and spewing insults in her face.

Their words were vicious and cutting, each one a poisoned dart.

Some of the men looked ready to explode. If she hadn’t been a woman, they might have turned violent.

“You were supposed to be our lawyer, but you sold us out! You’re a disgrace to the profession!”

“A shyster like you can’t be trusted! We’re reporting you to the bar association. We’ll make sure you never practice law again!”

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