Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 110

Chapter110.

Aubrey finished her milk and returned to her room, closing the door behind her.

A profound stillness hung in the air, the dim, muted orange lamplight outlining the room.

Aubrey felt each step was a burden, the very sit thick and heavy, suffocating her lungs.

She quickly slipped into the large bed, pulling the covers over her, and couldn’t stop the shivering that wracked her body beneath the blanket.

Her mind was a tempest of negative emotions, all spawned from the goddamn illness that tormented her.

She didn’t want to feel this way, but she couldn’t control her thoughts. She was suddenly convinced everyone was disgusted by her, that she was a burden, that life was just…exhausting.

She couldn’t control the depressive spiral, the surge of negativity, or the physical manifestations of her distress.

So she just endured it, tears streaming down her face, limbs shaking, her breathing and heartbeat erratic and painful, until she finally drifted into a firfel sleep.

The next morning.

Her head swam as she dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up.

Her mood was slightly better in the morning light. Cleaned up, with a touch of makeup, a pretty dress, and a subtle smile, she looked like a healthy, normal person when she walked out.

She went next door and knocked.

“Come in,” Damon’s gentle voice called out.

Aubrey pushed the door open and walked towards Damon, who was busy at his desk.

“Morning, Damon,” she said, her smile gentle, eyes crinkling at the corners as she approached him with a light step.

Damon, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, looked every bit the elegant and noble figure, his expression cool and handsome as he sat at his computer, reviewing data.

Hearing Aubrey’s voice, he turned to look at her.

Aubrey knelt beside him, placing her hands on his firm, strong arms, tilting her head up to meet Damon’s gaze as he sat in his wheelchair, her smile especially sweet.

“Have you had breakfast?” she asked.

“Yes, I have.”

Damon stared intently at her lovely face. She was wearing an apricot–colored dress, her makeup subtle and flattering, and she exuded a delicate fragrance. She was radiant, her eyes sparkling with life.

Aubrey asked, “Why didn’t you wake me so we could eat together?”

“It’s the weekend. You could use the extra sleep.”

Aubrey smiled softly, her cool fingers tracing patterns on his solid forearm. “You’re injured and still working so hard. Why don’t you rest a little more?”

Damon didn’t answer her question. “You’re all dressed up. Do you have a date?”

“No date. I’m just staying home with you. A woman dresses for her own pleasure, and yours too! I dress up to please myself and to please you!*

Damon’s gaze deepened, becoming intense, fiery, yet restrained as he reached out, his palm tracing from her earlobe upwards, cradling her ear and the side of her head, his slender fingers threading into her hair.

Aubrey leaned into his warm hand, nuzzling against it like a kitten yearning for affection, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Damon, do you want to kiss

me?”

Damon’s eyes locked onto her rosy lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his gaze turned fervent and profound, as if he were hooked, bewitched. Knowing she was a poisonous poppy, he couldn’t resist, and at her invitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

The soft touch of their lips, a deep kiss infused with a delicate fragrance, sent their hearts racing erratically, their chests swelling with emotion.

Aubrey knelt, straightening her posture, her arms encircling his neck as she closed her eyes, their lips and tongues intertwining.

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After a long, satisfying moment, Damon reluctantly broke the kiss, his breathing slightly heavier. He slowly straightened up, creating some distance between them, and gazed at her lips, noting the slight smudge of her pale lipstick and the faint, unusual blush on her cheeks.

Aubrey bit her lip shyly, still savoring Damon’s lingering presence. “I’m going to have breakfast now.”

She stood and started to walk away.

Damon watched her retreating figure in silence, without a word.

Once she was out of the room and had closed the door behind her, the sweet smile on Aubrey’s face gradually faded. She lowered her head, biting her lower lip, a sudden wave of desolation washing over her.

Did Damon really not love her as passionately as he used to?

Even though she shamelessly came to him every day, trying to be intimate and show her love in her own way, his reactions were always so subdued. He indulged her, but there was no hunger, no urgency.

She felt almost superfluous, as though she were merely an option, easily taken or left.

Was he no longer eager, passionate, or even truly interested?

Aubrey tilted her head back and took a deep breath, desperately hoping she was misinterpreting things.

She went to the dining room for breakfast.

After the meal, she felt utterly useless, not knowing what she could possibly do in this house.

Weekends off were rare, and Aubrey wanted to spend time with Damon, but he seemed more interested in dedicating his time to work.

She sat in the gazebo outside the garden, lost in thought.

The fierce summer sun had already heated the earth, and in the distance, a gardener appeared.

The worker watered, trimmed, organized, and fertilized the flowers and plants.

Aubrey lay on the stone table, watching quietly.

“Aubrey…”

A familiar male voice called out.

Hearing the voice, Aubrey straightened up and turned around.

Alex was dressed in business casual summer attire, a gray shirt with black pants, shiny black shoes, and every strand of his hair perfectly styled.

Aubrey was taken aback.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Alex said, approaching, feeling the heat. He put one hand on his hip and tugged at the collar of his gray shirt. “What are you doing sitting out here in this heat?”

“Nothing much. How did you get in?”

“I came with a friend to visit Damon. Zachary opened the door, so we came in.” Alex pointed towards the living room. “Damon’s colleagues are here too. I didn’t expect to run into you as well. Seems like it’s quite lively today.”

Aubrey smiled faintly and nodded.

He probably didn’t expect her to live here either.

“You’re here to see Damon, too?” Alex asked.

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