Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

Where do you draw the line when it comes to me?” Damon asked, his expression grave.

Aubrey turned her head, her finger jabbing toward the police station. “Here.”

Damon scoffed, “You wouldn’t.”

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Aubrey met his gaze, equally confident.“And you wouldn’t force me.”

“Perhaps you don’t know me as well as you think,” Damon said with a wry smile, turning to open the car door.“Get in.”

Aubrey hesitated for a moment before sliding anxiously into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt.

Damon walked around to the driver’s side, got in, and closed the door.“Let’s get something to eat. What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m not hungry. Take me home.” Aubrey turned her head, looking out the window at a streetlamp not far away.

Damon buckled his seatbelt and turned to look at her. “You haven’t had dinner. How can you not be hungry?”

Aubrey’s tone was firm. “Take me home, or I’ll just call my own ride.”

Damon said nothing more. He started the car and drove away from the Local Precinct.

The entire way, they were each lost in their own complicated thoughts.

Back at her apartment complex.

Damon followed Aubrey up the stairs, all the way to her front door.

Standing at her door, Aubrey turned, taking the briefcase from his hand. Her tone was polite, almost formal.“Thank you for tonight. I’m home now. You can go.”

Damon said nothing. He gazed at her, his eyes deep.

Her distant, indifferent demeanor was the biggest obstacle keeping him from moving forward.

“Do you have anything to eat in there?” Damon was still worried she hadn’t eaten dinner and would end up with a stomachache.

“Yes,” Aubrey replied.

“Go inside, I’ll make you something,” Damon said, stepping forward.

“No need,” Aubrey said, her voice icy as she raised a hand to block him.“I can manage myself. You should go.”

Her icy demeanor, the way she pushed him away like that, twisted a knot in Damon’s gut.

‘Good night,” he said, his voice heavy. He gazed at Aubrey, his eyes burning with a powerful, restrained intensity.

In that moment, he ached to pull her into his arms, to crush her against him and kiss her deeply, fiercely.

He wanted to unleash all the long–suppressed longing and desire he harbored for her.

He wanted to possess every part of her, recklessly, completely.

But no matter how wild his desires, she offered no response.

He didn’t even get a good night from Aubrey. His throat worked, and he pressed his lips into a bitter line before turning and walking away, a desolate

ilhouette.

Aubrey watched him walk toward the elevator, then let out a soft breath, bent her head, and opened the fingerprint lock. She stepped inside and closed

he door.

Damon stood by the elevator entrance, stepping back to lean against the wall as he pulled out his phone and opened a food delivery app.

He ordered Aubrey some of her favorite dishes, then remained exactly where he was, pressed against the wall.

Minutes ticked by, but he showed no sign of leaving.

About thirty minutes later, the elevator doors opened, and a hurried delivery driver emerged, carrying food. He walked past Damon and knocked on the loor of Apartment 302

Damon watched, head tilted, as the driver handed the food inside.

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“Hi, your delivery.”

“I didn’t order any food.”

“This is the right place, Ms. Hayes, correct?”

“Mm–hmm.” Aubrey took the delivery and closed the door.

Damon slowly stepped into the elevator, holding the ‘open‘ button for the driver, and they rode down together.

In the living room.

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Warm white light illuminated the living room as Aubrey carried the takeout inside and placed it on the coffee table.

She sat cross–legged on the carpet, reading the delivery note: “Remember to eat on time.” She had a bunch it was Damon, and opening the containers. she knew for sure.

It was all her favorite late–night comfort food.

She’d just gotten out of the shower, too exhausted and lazy to cook, planning to just go to bed hungry

This man, he knew her too well.

She picked up her fork, a bittersweet ache blooming in her chest. Eating, she felt a profound sadness, and her eyes gradually blurred with tears.

The food caught in her aching throat, making swallowing difficult.

Her mind was consumed by Damon, yet even thinking of him felt like an indulgence she couldn’t afford.

Deep into the quiet night.

Aubrey packed up the leftover food and put it in the fridge, brushed her teeth, and went to bed.

She’d taken a sleeping pill, but lying in bed, sleep wouldn’t come. She picked up her phone, opening Damon’s chat.

Suddenly, at the top of the chat window, it read: Damon is typing…

Her chest tightened.

Instantly, the ‘typing‘ indicator vanished, but no message came through.

A few seconds later, it reappeared: Damon is typing…

This went on, back and forth, but Damon never sent a message on the messaging app.

After a moment, Aubrey sighed deeply, turned off her phone screen, and placed it on her nightstand. She lay on her side, closing her damp eyes.

Damon was thinking about her too.

But he couldn’t even find an excuse or a reason to text her.

That night, Damon’s message never came, and she fell asleep in tears.

She didn’t know if it was because she had called the police, or just her imagination.

Over the next few days, Aubrey felt as though the person tracking her had suddenly vanished.

A week later, however, when she returned home from work one evening and pushed open her door, she saw a white piece of paper slipped under the

door.

She picked up the note and saw that it read:“You reap what you sow. Judgment day is coming.”

Aubrey, terrified, immediately double–locked her door.

She contacted property management to check the surveillance footage. It showed a petite figure, dressed in black, wearing a hat and mask, sneakily following another resident into the building. The person then slipped the note under Aubrey’s door and left.

She went to the police station to report the incident again.

However, the note contained no direct threat, and the police couldn’t discern the person’s facial features from the footage. Based solely on their build, they concluded it was likely a woman.

In New Haven City, the only women Aubrey could think of were Skylar and Veronica.

But neither of them would stoop to something so petty and brainless. Besides, she wasn’t even with Damon, so she didn’t owe either of them anything.

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