Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 151

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Damon replied to his brother’s message, scheduling Olivia to come in for an interview over the weekend.

With those matters settled, he turned his head, his gaze falling upon the delicate features of the woman in his arms. Aubrey had already nestled against his shoulder, her eyes closed in sleep.

Her hair carried a subtle, fresh fragrance, reminiscent of spring blossoms. Her sleeping face was serene and elegant, docile and endearing. Her slender, delicate frame rested on his lap, yet felt weightless.

Had she fallen asleep so soon after lunch?

She rarely drifted off this easily. Was it a sugar crash?

Regardless, any extra sleep was a blessing.

Gently setting down his phone, Damon slid a hand beneath her legs and the other around her back, carefully lifting her into his arms. He carried her towards the bed.

With the utmost care and lightness, he approached the bed. Kneeling on one knee, he slowly laid her down, each movement executed with the greatest

tenderness.

Sound asleep, Aubrey stirred slightly as her head hit the pillow.

Damon froze momentarily, waiting until she was settled before pulling the covers over her and adjusting the thermostat to her preferred 81 degrees

Fahrenheit.

He didn’t leave. Instead, he slowly turned onto his side next to her, propping himself up on one hand, watching her with a quiet intensity, unblinking.

His fingers ached to touch her beautiful face, but he resisted, afraid of waking her from her light sleep.

His gaze lingered on her features, inch by inch, her face a work of art, soft as jade and delicate as a flower, radiating a gentle and serene beauty.

His heart slowly swelled, overwhelmed by the surreal feeling of happiness. Could it be true that the woman who had haunted his dreams for so many nights was really his now?

tracked with unbearable pain, felt like they were just yesterday.

The days he’d spent consumed by longing,

The times he’d recklessly drowned his sorrows in alcohol, chain–smoked until he was sick, worked himself to the bone, and desperately considered settling down with any woman just to dull the persistent ache in his heart.

Those years, those days, now seemed like they were all overcast skies shrouded in smog, devoid of genuine happiness.

Without her, the world was colorless; without her, even his soul was lonely.

But he was stronger than Aubrey Hayes.

He was hurting, but at least he hadn’t gone crazy or fallen into depression.

Every second was precious.

He lowered his hand, his head on the same pillow as hers, lying face to face just inches apart. Their warm breaths mingled in the air. Suppressing the urge to kiss her, he slowly closed his eyes, a gentle, sweet smile playing on his lips.

The midday sun, like dazzling golden sand, streamed through the glass window, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

In the quiet room, on the large bed, they shared an ordinary, simple, and blissful midday nap.

The arrival of August brought with it a sense of unease.

Sierra Vance’s divorce proceedings had been reopened, and she once again sought Aubrey Hayes as her attorney.

This time, Sierra’s demands were even more severe. She wanted to take their son and claim the majority of Ryan Carter’s assets, even aiming to leave Ryan with nothing.

Aubrey wholeheartedly supported Sierra in this matter, and Damon Blackwood stood by Aubrey’s side, deliberately distancing himself from Ryan

Carter.

He believed that bad company corrupts good character.

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Although there was no concrete evidence to definitively condemn Garrett Miller, Damon had no intention of letting him off the hook.

He called Vincent Hall. Whatever Damon said to Vincent, it worked. Soon after, Vincent dissolved his partnership with Garrett, who then resigned from the firm and took a job at a rival practice.

Aubrey’s work environment became much more pleasant.

Damon had personally interviewed her new executive assistant, but she had to finish her thesis and wouldn’t start until mid–August.

There was also a joyous occasion in the family: Damon’s cousin, Evan, had impulsively married a woman from a similarly powerful political family.

For Damon and Aubrey, it didn’t feel like good news at all–n

-more like something unsettling.

The first weekend in August.

It was the day to gather at Damon’s grandfather’s house, where the entire family would discuss Evan’s wedding plans.

Aubrey woke up feeling queasy and rushed to the bathroom to throw up stomach acid.

When her depression flared up, she’d get stomachaches and feel nauseous, so she figured it was just a flare–up.

Since they were going to his grandfather’s house, she couldn’t afford to have an episode during the family gathering. She took her antidepressants before they left.

For the next few hours after taking the medication, she felt numb and listless.

Damon knew she had taken her medication. He held her hand tightly, kept her close, and as soon as they arrived at his grandfather’s house, he made sure she went to lie down.

She went to the room and fell asleep again. The whole way had been a blur, and she couldn’t even remember who she’d seen.

She vaguely recalled hearing her aunt’s voice, “Aubrey is getting more and more impolite. She doesn’t even say hello when she sees people?”

When she woke up again, it was already two in the afternoon.

She felt a little more refreshed, but her aunt’s words still echoed in her mind, leaving her uneasy.

As she washed up, she threw up again, emptying her stomach of everything she’d eaten for breakfast. Only when her stomach was completely empty and churning with bile did she feel a bit better.

Staring at her exhausted reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of worry. She’d already taken her antidepressants and didn’t feel particularly unwell mentally, so why was she throwing up?

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and left the room.

As she walked down the hallway, she could faintly hear laughter and cheerful voices coming from the living room.

She entered the main living room to find it filled with people.

Zachary Blackwood was the first to notice her, his tone gentle. “Aubrey, you’re awake? Damon is in the kitchen making lunch just for you.”

Aubrey nodded in greeting. “Hi, Zachary.”

Everyone turned to look at her, and she politely nodded to the others, addressing Old Man Blackwood specifically, “Hi, Grandpa. Hello, everyone.”

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