Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

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Damon Blackwood stood in the hallway, looking effortlessly handsome in casual loungewear. He was holding a glass of warm milk, which he held out to her. “Drink this and get some rest,” he said, his voice low and tender.“Don’t stay up too late.”

Aubrey blinked, startled, then quickly reached out to take the glass from him.”Thank you. But it’s still pretty early. I’m not really tired yet.”

Damon gave her a faint, knowing smile. “Were you studying?”

“Yeah.” Aubrey nodded, tilting her head back to take a sip of the warm milk.

“You always lose track of time when you get into your books.” Damon pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen to light it up.“It’s twelve–thirty in the morning. How much longer were you planning on staying up?”

Her eyes caught the time on the screen, and she nearly choked. She jerked the glass away from her mouth, letting out a sharp cough.“Oh my god! Is it really that late already?”

Damon’s gaze dropped to her mouth, zeroing in on the thin white trace of milk on her upper lip. Instinctively, he started to reach out, his hand lifting toward her face. But a second later, reality snapped back. He curled his fingers into a tight fist, forcing his hand back down to his side with practiced restraint. “You’ve got some milk on your lip,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.“Make sure you rinse your mouth before you go to sleep.”

“Oh.” Aubrey pressed her lips together and then unconsciously ran the tip of her tongue over them to catch the stray drop.

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched her. He looked down at the floor, taking a few seconds to regain his composure before speaking again.“I’m going to visit my grandfather tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?”

“Sure,” Aubrey replied without hesitation.

We’ll head out whenever you wake up tomorrow.”

‘Okay.”

Finish the milk. I’ll take the glass back for you.”

Oh, right.” Aubrey tilted the glass back, finishing the rest in one long gulp, then handed it back to him.

Damon held the empty glass, his voice dropping to a low, husky rasp.“Goodnight.”

Aubrey gave him a soft, polite smile.“Goodnight,” she replied. As soon as the door clicked shut, she hurried to the bathroom to rinse the lingering taste of milk from her mouth and wash away the white smudge on her lip.

Outside, Damon stood in the hallway, rooted to the spot in the heavy silence.

t wasn’t until the sliver of light beneath her door vanished five minutes later that he finally turned away. He walked to the kitchen with slow, heavy teps, washed the glass, and put it away before retreating to his own room.

The curtains were drawn back, allowing the pale, cold moonlight to spill across the pitch–black room. It cast a dim glow over the sprawling bed, highlighting the lone, broad–shouldered silhouette lying there.

ying on his side beneath a thin duvet, he reached out, his long fingers grazing the cold, empty pillow beside him.

t had been three months since she’d been hospitalized, and the sweet, floral scent that once belonged to her had long since faded into the sterile air.

Only a single wall separated them, yet the distance felt like an agonizing ocean of longing.

fis knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut He took deep, steadying breaths, trying to soothe the hollow che in his chest, but it was no use. On his first night back from the business trip, sleep remained a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Back when he’d handed over thirty thousand dollars to Brendan Hayes just to get him to sign the surgical consent forms, Danton had already braced himself for every possible worst–case scenario.

This misery, this suffocating loneliness–it was exactly what he deserved.

The following morning.

Aubrey accompanied Damon on the drive to his grandfather’s estate.

Since the amnesia had wiped her slate clean, Aubrey hadn’t had the chance to visit the grandfather yet. She only knew what she’d heard from Tracy that the old man absolutely adored her and had once gifted her a Tang Dynasty Jade Bangle worth a cool million.

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She owed it to him to pay her respects.

It was perfect timing, really; now that Damon was back from his business trip, he could accompany her.

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The car pulled into a sprawling estate nestled in the heart of the city’s most prestigious district. The grounds were massive, and the house itself was a masterpiece of classic architecture, exuding a sense of timeless, old–world elegance.

It was yet another piece of real estate that was quite literally priceless.

In circles like these, true prominence wasn’t measured merely by a bank balance. It was about the depth of one’s heritage, the weight of the family name, and a reputation that had been built over generations.

Damon and Aubrey stepped into the house, their hands full of carefully selected gifts.

As luck would have it, the living room wasn’t just occupied by the elderly patriarch. Another young couple was already there: Evan Blackwood and

Nina Hall.

“Grandfather,” Damon greeted him with a polite nod. Aubrey followed his lead, her voice soft and respectful.“Hello, Grandfather.”

The moment Old Man Blackwood saw them, his face lit up with excitement. He stood up with a surprising amount of vigor and hurried toward them.“Damon! Aubrey! You’re finally here! You didn’t need to bring gifts–just having you here is enough. Come in, come in, sit down.”

Aubrey had expected him to reach for the gift bags, but instead, he took her by the wrist. His touch was warm and fatherly as he led her into the room with genuine affection.

Even though she didn’t remember the old man, Aubrey felt an inexplicable sense of warmth and familiarity in his presence.

Damon set the gifts aside and took a seat beside Aubrey on the mahogany chairs. Evan and Nina were sitting directly across from them.“Evan, Nina,” Damon greeted them with a stiff, formal politeness.“I didn’t realize you’d be here today.”

“We just came by to see Grandpa and share some good news,” Evan replied. He leaned back against the chair, a smug, lingering smile on his face as he shifted his gaze toward Aubrey. Noting her silence, he added, “What’s the matter, Aubrey? No greeting for your own family?”

Aubrey offered a cool, effortless smile.“My apologies. Ever since the surgery, my memory has been a bit hit–or–miss. Some people I remember the second I see them; others just don’t seem to stick. I’m afraid I couldn’t quite place who the two of you were.”

The blatant disrespect caught them off guard, and Evan and Nina’s expressions soured instantly.

The Blackwood family lived by a strict code of etiquette and hierarchy. Respect and propriety weren’t just expected; they were mandatory.

Evan and Nina could hear the sharp edge in her voice, but Grandpa took her words at face value. He jumped in to introduce them. This is Damon’s cousin, Evan, and his wife, Nina. They’re here to share a blessing–Nina is about a month along.”

Aubrey forced a polite smile.“Congratulations to you both.”

The moment the words left Grandpa’s mouth, Damon’s face went cold.

Good news? To him, this wasn’t a celebration. It was a calculated provocation–a needle driven straight into a raw nerve.

Old Man Blackwood settled back into his seat, a look of profound contentment on his face.“Having my children and grandchildren gathered here is blessing enough, but to see a great–grandchild in my lifetime? Well, then I can truly say I haven’t lived in vain.”

Vina chimed in, a sweet, practiced smile on her lips.“Grandfather, you mentioned once that the family estate would go to the first great–grandchild. Does that promise still stand?”

Of course,” the old man replied, his voice firm and serious.“My word is my Bond.”

Nina’s smile widened, her confidence practically radiating. She didn’t miss a beat as she chirped, “Then on behalf of the baby, thank you, Grandfather.”

Old Man Blackwood offered a small, non–committal smile and turned his attention to his tea, remaining silent.

Evan’s gaze drifted toward Aubrey. He couldn’t help but notice how different she looked since her memory loss–she seemed radiant, possessed of a new kind of glow that he hadn’t seen before.

He let out a long, theatrical sigh, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “It’s such a shame… By rights, the first great–grandchild should have been Damon’s. It’s a tragedy they didn’t have the luck to keep the baby. Truly heartbreaking, isn’t it?”

Damon’s eyes turned cold as ice. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as a lethal rage began to boil just beneath the surface.

Nina picked up right where her husband left off, her voice soft and patronizing. “Oh, you can’t blame Aubrey, honey. Who could have seen such an accident coming? It’s a miracle she even survived. Besides, you can always have another one later, right, Aubrey?”

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