Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 119

Damon was right there beside her, or she would have been a nervous wreck.

The first thing she saw was a grand and spacious hall, with a distinguished commendation plaque for exceptional service catching her eye. The antique, Classic decor was imposing and magnificent, understated yet luxurious.

The living room was packed with people. Divided into two factions. One side was the elders, gathered around a tea table, seated on rosewood sofas, sipping tea and chatting idly. The younger generation occupied the den, drawn to its proximity to the sun–drenched terrace and tatami mats. Nestled beside towering bookshelves, they lounged, basking in the sun and engaging in relaxed conversation.

As Aubrey guided Damon across the threshold of the old house, all eyes snapped to them. They went to the living room first to greet his grandfather and the elder relatives. The sheer number of people in the room was overwhelming, and Aubrey found herself struggling to breathe. Her palms grew clammy with nerves, and she was afraid to let her gaze wander.

“Sorry we’re late, Grandpa, Bree and I got held up,” Damon said, breaking the silence. Aubrey echoed his greeting, “Hello, Grandpa.”

Old Man Blackwood, beaming, sat upright in his rosewood chair, his eyes crinkling as he raised a hand. “Late is fine, especially since you’re injured. The fact that you insisted on coming shows commendable respect for your elders.”

“Well, if it isn’t Aubrey Hayes! It’s been six or seven years. How is it you’ve only gotten prettier? Is it because you’ve lost weight? You must be nearly thirty, right? You look so young!” His aunt was shocked, looking Aubrey up and down.

Aubrey immediately nodded in greeting. “Hello, Aunt.”

Her aunt smiled sweetly, but her tone was blunt. “You and Damon aren’t married yet, are you? Why are you calling me ‘Aunt‘ already?”

Aubrey paused, unsure of what she should call her.

Just as she hesitated, Damon interjected, “Bree, if calling her ‘Aunt‘ is unacceptable, you don’t have to call her anything.”

At this, the aunt’s face darkened. Her uncle scoffed. “Who cares?”

His other aunt chimed in, “Damon, why did you bring her if you aren’t married?”

Aubrey felt cornered, her heart racing. These were all authoritative and imposing elders, each with an extraordinary status. Even his second aunt, who didn’t work, was married to the CEO of a publicly traded company.

Just then, Damon’s aunt, Hannah Pierce, glanced at Aubrey Hayes and took a slow, deliberate sip of her tea, adding fuel to the fire. “Aubrey Hayes is quite something these days! She’s the lady of Blackwood Crescent, you know. When I went to her place, hoping to have a little chat, I had to wait on her mood. A simple ‘I’m busy‘ from her, and she sent your aunt packing.”

The smiles instantly vanished from the faces of Damon’s other aunts and their husbands. In their eyes, the Blackwood children were known for their refinement, respect for elders, and impeccable manners. The idea that such a woman of ordinary background had managed to snag one of them and, in their minds, threaten the family’s prestigious image, was deeply unsettling.

Before Hannah could finish complaining, Damon cut in smoothly, “Aunt Hannah, are you saying I can’t refuse a casual chat with you if I’m busy Whea did you become so demanding? As a younger person, am I not allowed to have my own commitments without being at your beck and cali

Hannah’s face darkened, and she slammed her teacup down, looking up at Damon with open resentment

“Damon,” one of his undes spoke up, his voice laced with disapproval “Is that how you talk to your elders!”

Damon’s gaze swept over everyone in the room, a slight smile playing on his lips. It seemed that, with the exseption of his grandfather and outthet, most of them were less than thrilled about Aubrey’s presence

Damon reached out, hooking an arm around Aubrey’s shoulders, drawing her close against his chest

Aubrey felt stiff and awkward in the moment, unable to relax. Her breathing shallow, or heart care qus kenel and pounded, and all bri

to lean into Damon.

With Aubrey held securely at his side, Damon tanned the faces of the assembled elders His voice, per day or the formally introduce you all to my wife, Aubrey Hayes. Spare me the questions about a manage bense. As far as Tocconcerned paper. If you want our respect, then treat my wife like family If you can’t manage that, then at least spare us the anile remarks Altre all, occasional visits. We won’t be in each other’s way.”

Aubrey’s throat tightened at Damon’s words, her eyes stinging with unshed tears, her heart hammering against

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The faces of their elders darkened noticeably.

Old Man Blackwood clapped his hands together, his face alight with excitement. “Good, that’s well said! Grandpa approves. Aubrey is my first granddaughter, and even without a piece of paper, she’s a hundred times better than those grandkids who can’t even bring a boyfriend or girlfriend home!”

With the old man’s full support, no one else dared to say a word. The atmosphere was undeniably tense.

Victoria Stone offered a warm smile. “Damon, Aubrey, I support you both, too. Your foot’s still injured; go hang out with your brother. Young people have more to talk about with each other.”

‘Alright, we’ll head over there.” Damon replied, taking Aubrey’s hand and using his cane to walk towards his brother.

The living room and the side hall weren’t far apart, so everyone could hear what was being said.

Tracy Blackwood was sitting in a rocking chair, her chubby, baby–faced features lit up with a radiant smile. Seeing them approach, she immediately tood up.

Damon, be careful walking,” Tracy called out, then raised her voice. “Sis–in–law… come over here, I’ll give you my rocking chair.”

The term “sis–in–law” was crisp, cheerful, and loud. Everyone in the house heard it, as if she were announcing to everyone, “This is my sister–in–law, Tracy Blackwood’s, and who dares to deny it?” It was also deliberately said for all the elders to hear, making Aubrey blush.

The elders were stunned into silence for a few seconds by that shout of “sis–in–law.” Some were annoyed, others pleased.

At that moment, Zachary Blackwood stepped forward to help Damon.

Hey, Damon,” Zachary greeted. “Why didn’t you bring the wheelchair?”

Don’t need it, I can walk.”

Zachary helped him into a patio chair, then looked up at Aubrey. Their eyes met, and Aubrey greeted politely, “Zachary.”

‘Aubrey, have a seat. You’re family here, make yourself at home.”

That ‘you’re family here‘ was also an acknowledgment that she belonged, warming her heart, and she smiled and nodded at Zachary.

The other cousins were polite and courteous to Aubrey, but Evan’s eyes held a hint of contempt, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He

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