Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Damon Loses Control

Remembering something about him–even a tiny detail–made her heart swell with happiness.

When the food arrived, Ryan was clearly drowning in his own misery. He ordered drinks and tried to push Sierra to join him.

Sierra refused to touch a drop, and Damon was driving. In the end, Aubrey ended up having a small glass with him just to keep the

peace.

Ryan was several drinks in now. He draped a heavy, drunken arm over Damon’s shoulder, sounding like a man who had learned his lesson the hard way. “Damon, man… don’t be like me. Don’t throw away the perfect woman just to pick up some piece of trash. I got burned, and now I’m stuck with nothing but regret.”

Damon casually shoved Ryan’s hand off his shoulder. “Don’t compare us,” he said coldly. “We’re nothing alike.”

Ryan nodded miserably, swaying in his seat. “Right. You’re right. I thought I could win her back… but look at you. You’ve stayed devoted to Aubrey this whole time. Same situation, different fates, I guess. Cherish what you have, man. Once it’s gone, it’s gone for good.”

Damon steadied Ryan’s swaying body and propped him against the back of the chair. “You’re wasted. Just sit back for a second.”

Ryan suddenly slammed his face onto the table, sending glasses and silverware clattering everywhere. Damon quickly grabbed the dishes before they could fall, shoving them to the side.

Ryan started wailing like a total mess, tears streaming down his face. “Sierra, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me? Please, just forgive me. I know I messed up. I really, really messed up.”

Sierra’s face twisted in annoyance. She looked at him with pure disgust, her appetite completely gone. She dropped her fork, the whole scene making her skin crawl.

Not every mistake deserved forgiveness. And not every marriage was worth saving.

Seeing Ryan this pathetic actually felt pretty damn good to Sierra.

Aubrey looked from Sierra to Ryan, feeling the weight of how unpredictable life could be.

Vows of eternal love didn’t mean much when faced with time or the ugliness of human nature.

Her eyes drifted over to Damon.

Damon locked eyes with her, reading her thoughts instantly. “Not all men are like him. Don’t overthink it.”

Aubrey gave a bitter smile and muttered under her breath, “You’re even more of a jerk than he is. At least he had a sense of responsibility. He actually got married.”

Her voice was too low. Damon couldn’t quite catch it. “What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just eat.” Aubrey’s face darkened as she picked up her fork. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It made her feel cheap, like some desperate girl begging for a ring.

After dinner, Damon took a drunk Ryan Carter back to his office.

Aubrey took Sierra Vance sightseeing around New Haven City. They spent the whole day eating and hanging out before Aubrey dropped her back at her hotel.

By the time she got back to her parents‘ house, Damon was already gone.

The next afternoon, Sierra caught a flight back to Crestview City.

As the Winter Gala approached, Aubrey felt more and more uneasy. Her eyelid wouldn’t stop twitching.

Back in Crestview City, there was an old saying: “The Winter Gala is bigger than New Year’s.” It meant the Gala was even more important and grand than the New Year itself.

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During dinner, Victoria Stone asked her, “Have you and Damon patched things up yet?”

Aubrey nodded. “Yeah. We’re fine.”

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Chase Blackwood asked, “Do you have time to go back to the family estate for the Winter Gala dinner with Damon?”

Aubrey replied, “Yes, I’ll be there.”

Tracy Blackwood also chimed in, “Aubrey, have you still not forgiven my brother? Why aren’t you staying at your own place?”

Aubrey couldn’t answer that. The truth was, she missed Damon too.

But for some reason, she just didn’t want to go back yet.

Maybe it was the knot in her chest. She felt like Damon didn’t really want to marry her. She wasn’t getting any younger. If she didn’t get married and have kids now, she might lose her chance forever.

She wanted to make a decision now, before her memories fully returned. While her feelings for him were still just “like.

Either force him to marry her, or just walk away. It was better to rip the Band–Aid off now. She didn’t want to give up on a family and children for one man. But she was terrified. If her memory ever came back, would she regret every choice she was making

now?

She was stuck in the middle, unable to choose.

One side of her couldn’t let go of Damon. The other side wanted a real home, a husband, and kids while she was still young.

Late at night.

Damon sent a message on the Grid: “Bree, when are you coming home?”

She typed back: “Not for a while. We’ll see.”

“Then I’m moving into my parents‘ place, too.”

“The housekeeper has been airing out mattresses and bedding for two days. She can barely stand. Don’t go there and add to her

workload.”

“I work all day. The evening is the only time I get. I want to see you every day. Bree… you still want to get married, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re struggling to choose. You’ve forgotten everything we’ve been through, haven’t you? Do you really think we don’t have a future together anymore?”

“My head is a mess right now.”

“I’m sticking to what I said. If you want to leave, I’ll be the one to call it quits. But if you want to stay and make this work, I’ll take care of you. I’ll never let you feel pushed aside or get hurt again.”

Aubrey felt a sharp ache in her chest. “I can’t talk about this right now. Goodnight.”

“Bree, don’t go to sleep yet. Just stay with me a little longer.”

“I’m tired.”

“I just need a straight answer. This back–and–forth is driving me crazy. It’s tearing me apart, too.”

“Let’s talk after the Winter Gala. Goodnight!” Aubrey sent the message, switched her phone to Do Not Disturb, and set it on the nightstand.

She lay back and pulled the comforter up, her mind a complete mess.

She couldn’t let go of Damon. She didn’t want to break up, but the thought that he didn’t want to marry her was like a thorn she couldn’t pull out. She couldn’t love him with the same blind devotion anymore.

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She drifted off with those heavy thoughts still swirling in her head.

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The Grid was blowing up. Damon was sending message after message, but the phone remained silent. Do Not Disturb mode kept the world at bay.

The dead of night arrived. The house was silent.

Aubrey was out cold until a sound startled her–the click of a door opening and then shutting. She stirred, her eyes heavy, too groggy to even open them.

Suddenly, she was hauled up from the mattress. A pair of arms locked around her, pulling her into a crushing hug.

Aubrey jolted awake, her heart hammering against her ribs in sheer terror. Her body went rigid against a solid chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his jacket still radiating the biting chill of the night outside.

The room was pitch black. Her pulse was spiraling out of control.

But then, the scent hit her–that familiar, clean fragrance. The way he breathed, the way he held her… it was Damon. The panic slowly began to fade.

She had never seen him this impulsive before.

She had already sent him a goodnight text on the Grid. She’d been fast asleep.

Yet here he was, driving to her parents‘ house in the middle of the night, sneaking into her room, and dragging her out of a deep sleep just to hold her.

He was going to give her a heart attack.

His grip was so tight she felt like she was being squeezed flat. “Damon?” she whispered softly. “Is that you?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just held her tighter, a low, muffled sound vibrating in his throat. “Yeah.”

“You scared the life out of me.” Aubrey balled her hands into fists and gave him a light, shaky thud on his back.

Damon’s voice was low and gravelly, thick with a suppressed sob. Every word dripped with an aching longing as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. “Bree, I missed you,” he murmured. “You wouldn’t come home, so I came to you. I had to see you.”

There was a raw, possessive edge to his voice.

Aubrey’s heart twisted with pain. “Damon, what are you doing?”

He tightened his grip, pulling her flush against him as his voice cracked further. “If I can’t have you, maybe I should just go to the hospital. Let them use electroshock therapy on me. If I can just forget you, maybe it won’t hurt this much anymore.”

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