Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 102

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Aubrey gave a cold laugh and shot back, “Were you hiding under my bed, sir? I only received the wire transfer at ten o’clock. Did you have some kind of psychic vision, or are you working with someone inside Vance Corp, to know about it ahead of time?”

The troublemaker’s face turned ashen, and he quickly tried to change the subject. “Did everyone hear that? She admitted to receiving the money.”

Aubrey’s voice turned stern. “I admit that I received a wire transfer, at ten o’clock. Before coming back here, I went to the bank to report the erroneous transfer and have it sent back. Do you really think everyone else is stupid? You still haven’t answered my question. How did you know I received the money?”

All eyes snapped to the troublemaker.

Aubrey had successfully shifted the focus.

Without this agitator, she doubted things would have gone so smoothly.

The villagers swarmed him, bombarding him with questions, pushing, and pulling–the scene descended into chaos.

The more flustered the troublemaker became, the more weight Aubrey’s words carried.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, the troublemaker turned tail and ran.

This only solidified the villagers‘ faith in Aubrey.

Meanwhile, her colleagues shot her admiring glances.

Vincent visibly relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he gave Aubrey a thumbs–up.

With the villagers calmed and once again placing their trust in Aubrey, they began to leave the office.

Garrett’s face darkened, his expression sullen and bitter, laced with resentment. “A woman’s words are truly deceiving,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “She sweet–talked them all with just a few phrases. She’s got some skill.”

The other colleagues, picking up on Garrett’s snide and jealous tone, ignored him.

Vincent quietly asked her, “Aubrey, did you really back up all the key evidence?”

“No,” Aubrey admitted with a frustrated shake of her head, feeling utterly drained after the whole ordeal.

Now that they’d been burned once, Vance Corp. wouldn’t let her waltz into their chemical plant again to snag water and soil samples.

“Don’t worry. I’ll figure something out.” Vincent patted her shoulder. “I believe in you. You’re the most tenacious lawyer I know.”

“Thanks, Alex.” Aubrey’s heart felt like lead.

I was already afternoon by the time she sorted things out at the firm.

Aubrey drove to the store to buy an electric razor.

She stopped by a bubble tea shop and ordered herself a sweet lemon fruit tea.

Back at Blackwood Crescent, the gate automatically recognized the car, and she drove through and into the garage.

She grabbed her tea and the razor, heading down the hallway towards Damon’s room.

Suddenly, she saw a woman approaching, and her heart clenched. She stopped dead in her tracks.

Hannah was wearing a knee–length black cheongsam dress, carrying a handcrafted heritage purse, elegant, poised, and full of charm.

Hannah’s face immediately darkened when she saw Aubrey, her gaze icy.

Their eyes met, and Aubrey was clearly outmatched in terms of presence.

She silently walked past Hannah without a word or even a greeting.

‘Hold it right there.”

Hannah’s tone was gentle, yet laced with a sharp, assertive edge, the two words loaded with pressure.

Aubrey stopped, gripping the bag with the fruit tea tightly.

Hannah glanced at the items in Aubrey’s hand, a hint of disdain and condescension flickering in her eyes, and walked slowly towards her. “Miss Hayes,

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what are you doing here?

I’m staying here to take care of Damon,” Aubrey responded.

Hannah gave a mocking laugh. “Since when does Damon need you to take care of him?”

Aubrey didn’t answer.

“Miss Hayes, let’s talk for a moment.” Hannah said, turning to walk towards the living room.

Aubrey didn’t move, coldly spitting out two words: “I’m busy.”

At these words, Hannah’s face darkened, and she turned her head, looking at Aubrey in surprise.

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This attitude was truly unexpected. How dare she be so rude? She couldn’t help but chuckle, her voice stern as she retorted, “What kind of attitude is that?”

Aubrey felt as if a large hand was squeezing her heart, making it hard to breathe.

Everyone was trying to push her to her breaking point.

Since childhood, her parents had instilled in her the need to be well–behaved and obedient, to respect her elders, to care for her younger brother, and to earn money to support the family. It was even expected that she marry early to help her brother.

Even her childhood best friend was after the man she loved, disregarding their years of friendship and turning into a rival.

Reality forced her to accept her fate. Being the family member of a criminal meant she would never be worthy of marrying Damon.

His aunt and uncle were pressuring her to leave.

Even his father was pushing her to get married and let each other go.

She had always suppressed her own desires, obeying the elders she respected, trying to be a good, obedient child, but in doing so, forgotten about herself.

she had completely

She was always considerate of others, keeping all the pain and sorrow to herself. With no outlet for her pent–up emotions, she had grown sick over time. Now, every day felt exhausting, and she constantly battled suicidal thoughts.

From now on, she wouldn’t worry about anyone else.

She would do as she pleased, living each day to the fullest. Who knew when this illness would drag her down to hell? There was no point in overthinking it.

Aubrey forced a cold laugh, no longer giving Hannah any pleasantries. “This is how I am. If you don’t like it, you can go complain to Damon or his parents.”

“You…” Hannah’s face turned ashen with anger, and she was momentarily speechless, biting her lip.

Aubrey clutched the bubble tea and walked on, ignoring her.

Hannah clenched her fist and took a deep breath, so infuriated that she immediately pulled her phone from her bag and dialed Chase Blackwood’s

number.

Walking, she said, “Chase, Aubrey Hayes is bothering your son again, and she’s being so rude. You need to do something about this, or else…”

Aubrey faintly heard Hannah’s voice as it faded away.

She didn’t pay it much mind.

Back in her room, she set down her purse, grabbed the fruit tea and the razor, and went to the door next to hers, knocking gently.

“Come in,” Damon answered.

Aubrey opened the door, offering a small smile. “The razor. I got it for you.”

Damon was sitting at his desk, listening to something on his phone, and nodded to her.

Aubrey walked closer, placed the razor on his desk, and curiously glanced at what was on his computer screen.

It was all data and charts she couldn’t understand, plus a video of outer space playing. She quickly pulled back, afraid she was looking at something

confidential.

“Yeah, I’m sending you the data now. What’s the deviation in seconds?”

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Five seconds. Not accurate enough Still needs tweaking”

“What’s the yaw dimension?”

“Okay, okay, got it…”

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Aubrey stood to the side, watching him make the call. Damon didn’t tell her to leave.

His legs were supposed to be useless, his ribs supposed to be broken, and even in a wheelchair, he couldn’t stop working. Was this what giving up beat not wanting to die looked like?

Aubrey began to doubt Tracy’s words. She grabbed the fruit tea, poked in the straw, and took a sip.

The lemon–flavored fruit tea flooded her taste buds, the sweet and sour taste quenching her thirst, with a faint hint of guava

Damon watched her drink the fruit tea while he was on the phone, then suddenly reached out to her.

Aubrey was stunned, staring at his outstretched hand, her eyes fixed on the fruit tea in her hand. She was confused and handed him the drink

He took it, put the straw in his mouth, took a big gulp, cleared his throat, and continued his phone call.

The gesture was natural and casual, as if they were an old married couple without any reservations.

Aubrey bit her lip, stifling a smile, a tiny bit of sweetness blooming in her chest.

Damon handed the guava drink back to her.

Aubrey took it, and, sharing the straw with him, turned and went to sit on one of the single armchairs in the reading area.

A few moments later, Damon ended his call, put his phone down, and turned to look at her.

Aubrey pulled a book at random, placed it on her lap, and began to read as she sipped her drink, wanting nothing more than to quietly stay in Damon’s room, keeping him company, which somehow put her own mind at ease.

Damon wheeled himself over, stopping in front of her.

Aubrey looked up at him, offering her drink. “Want more?”

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