Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 103

Chapter103

Damon glanced at the offered drink but didn’t take it, his tone indifferent. “What are you doing here?”

“Reading.” Aubrey held up the book, glancing at the title. “Cosmic Wonders.”

“So, I really can’t get rid of you?”

Aubrey nodded, a bit nervous. After all, she wasn’t exactly thick–skinned; a few more rejections, and she might actually leave.

“What good are you if you stay?” Damon pressed, pushing further.

“Taking care of you,” Aubrey replied, her voice earnest.

Damon’s eyes flickered to the book in her lap. “Is that how you take care of people?”

Aubrey caught the implication in his words. She quickly set the book aside, her face full of sincerity. “Then I’ll make you dinner. What do you want to eat?”

“Given your cooking skills, I’d rather starve.”

Aubrey fell into an awkward silence. Her cooking skills were indeed lacking; she could manage simple dishes, but anything slightly complex was beyond her.

“We have a private chef who specializes in cooking,” Damon leaned back, resting his hands on the armrests. “And you don’t need to do any either. We have a cleaning lady. There’s nothing for you to do.”

“I can take care of you. Your ribs are broken; you can’t just sit here. Let me help you to bed for a while.”

His tone was cold. “I don’t need your help.”

housework

Aubrey put down her fruit tea, stood up, and knelt in front of him, gently pressed his thighs. “Let me massage your legs. Stimulating the nerves will

make it easier to regain sensation.”

Regain sensation? Damon was a little confused. He pushed her hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

After several rejections, Aubrey felt disheartened. She forced a smile and brazenly touched his stubbled cheek. “How about I shave your beard for you?”

“I don’t need you to.” Damon pushed her hand away again.

At that moment, she felt a chill in her heart. The smile on her face was faltering, her body grew stiff, and her heart felt heavy, filled with gloom and discomfort. Persistence is key to success, but… this is exhausting. Maybe I’ll persist next time.

Aubrey stood up, grabbing her fruit tea. “I’ll head out now. If you need anything, just shout or text me. I’ll be in the next room.”

With that, she turned to leave. She’d barely taken two steps when Damon’s voice came from behind her, “Razor. Bring it here.”

“Okay.” A flicker of joy sparked within Aubrey, and a genuine smile finally graced her lips. She set down her fruit tea, hurried to the desk, grabbed the box, and started unwrapping it as she walked back to him.

Aubrey held the razor out to him.

Damon glanced at it, forcing out a single syllable, “Shave.”

Aubrey stood there, hand suspended in mid–air, for a moment before the meaning sunk in.

Switching on the electric razor, she gently pinched his handsome jawline. “This is my first time shaving anyone, so if I hurt you, just say so.”

Damon lifted his chin, his deep, dark eyes narrowing slightly, a hot gaze seeping through the slits, fixed on the woman’s pretty face.

Aubrey found that shaving was easier than she’d imagined. It didn’t irritate the skin; she could just move it around and get everything clean.

She gently pressed her fingers against the corner of his lips, trying to smooth out every inch of skin. When her fingertip brushed against his thin lips, the sensation was warm and soft, incredibly pleasant.

Thinking about how good it felt when Damon kissed her, her heart raced a little, and her cheeks flushed. She let out a soft breath.

The breath landed right on Damon’s cheek. His breathing deepened. He closed his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

When she was nearly done, Aubrey turned off the razor and lightly stroked his cheeks and jawline, using her fingertips to feel for

“All done?” Aubrey said, admiring his handsome face. He looked so different, so incredibly dashing, with a clean shave.

any missed stubble.

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Damon cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

Aubrey went into the bathroom to put away the razor.

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When she came out, she picked up the iced tea from the desk again. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll just be going…”

Before she could finish, Damon cut her off. “Help me to the bed.”

Aubrey was thrilled and immediately circled behind the wheelchair, pushing him to the edge of the bed. As the wheelchair neared the bed, she paused, unsure. “Should I help you from the left or the right? Which side has the fractured ribs?”

Damon raised his left arm, and Aubrey immediately bent down, placed his arm over her shoulder, wrapped her arm around his waist, and heaved

upward.

She expected him to be heavy, but she realized Damon could put some weight on his right leg, so he wasn’t too bad.

She easily helped him onto the bed. Damon slowly lay down, and Aubrey propped up his pillows, allowing him to lean against the headboard.

“Is your leg uncomfortable?” Aubrey asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with concern. His left leg was immobilized, while his right leg had no bandages at all. She gently massaged it through his thin black pants. It felt quite solid.

“Uncomfortable,” Damon murmured, his voice low and husky as he gazed at her.

“Let me massage it for you.” Aubrey earnestly kneaded his right calf, extremely focused, slowly working her way up.

The room grew quiet, and Damon watched her silently. His left leg was injured, yet she was massaging his right leg?

Aubrey didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on Damon’s leg, kneading it with earnest concentration. The thought of those long, powerful legs being unable to support him filled her with sorrow and pain.

Aubrey was being exceptionally gentle with him at that moment.

That gentleness felt surreal to Damon.

As her hands neared the top of his thigh, a surge of suppressed desire flared within him.

Damon closed his eyes,

took a deep breath, and moistened his parched lips. His voice was hoarse as he murmured, “Don’t go any higher.”

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