Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Damon was distracted, unable to focus on the data on the screen. “Why does she want a picture of me?

Tracy couldn’t bring herself to tell him about the colossal lie she’d told Aubrey, that she’d said, “She just wanted to see if you were will alive”

Damon didn’t respond, burying himself in work to numb the pain

Tracy finished photoshopping the picture, a satisfied amirk on her face, and sent it to Aubrey.

She’d touched it up, but hadn’t thought the embellishments were too unbelievable for Aubrey to buy.

But when Aubrey Raw the picture, she collapsed onto the sofa in heartbreak, tears welling up in her eyes.

Damon in the photo was drained of all color, his lips cracked and peeling. Dark circles haunted his eyes, and his face was gaurd with exhaustion. He’d ravaged himself in just two days, becoming shockingly thin. Blood stained the bandages and seeped into the bedding

Her hands shaking, Aubrey texted Tracy:

[Get him some water, please. Try to get him to take some liquid food.]

Tracy:

[He won’t eat or drink anything. He’s only alive because of the IV]

Aubrey:

[His wounds are bleeding. Why isn’t anyone stopping the bleeding?]

Tracy:

[He won’t let anyone near him since he woke up.]

Aubrey:

[Why is he being so negative?]

Tracy:

[Guess he doesn’t see the point in living.]

Aubrey:

[He still doesn’t want to see me?]

Tracy:

[He doesn’t.]

For the next week, Aubrey only heard about Damon through Tracy’s text messages.

He only stayed in the hospital for seven days before being discharged.

Tracy said Damon’s condition was deteriorating, and his body was growing weaker.

As a result, Aubrey’s mood was also affected. She felt listless every day, constantly worried about him, wanting to see him but unable to.

Then came the eighth day.

At noon, she went to court with Alex for a hearing, and the first trial went quite smoothly.

After leaving the courtroom, Alex invited her to dinner, but she declined.

He offered to drive her home, but she declined as well.

Her mood was only slightly better when she was working, but as soon as she had any free time, she couldn’t help but worry about Damon, feeling melancholic and distracted. She nodded goodbye to Alex,“I’m going back now, see you.”

“Aubrey Hayes,” Alex called out to her. She didn’t turn around, which only made him more annoyed. His tone became sterner, “Ms. Hayes…”

Aubrey still didn’t turn around or acknowledge him.

The sun was setting, and the twilight sky was exceptionally beautiful. A gentle breeze brushed against her face as Aubrey slowly walked towards the subway entrance.

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Her phone buzzed twice.

She opened her bag, took out her phone, and opened her messaging app.

Tracy sent a message:

Clan Hi Coins By Check

[My brother swallowed twenty Cephalexin pills last night, chased with hard liquor. Thankfully, his stomach was pumped in time, and he’s okay now. I don’t dare tell my parents. Aubrey, does my brother want to die?]

Aubrey’s steps faltered, her heart seizing in a pain so intense it stole her breath.

Panic flared, and she looked around, disoriented. Tears welled in her eyes as she hurried toward the intersection, her trembling fingers pulling up the Uber app. She booked a ride, then immediately dialed Tracy.

Tracy answered, a choked sob escaping, “Aubrey, what do I do?… Waaah… My brother did something stupid, what do I do?”

Aubrey’s voice trembled, soft and weak: “Tracy, where does your brother live? Is it your parents‘ house?”

“No, he lives in his own house. A sprawling estate with just him. He fired all the nurses and servants.”

“Send me the address.”

“I can send you the address, but please don’t mention the pills to upset him, okay?”

“I won’t.”

Hanging up, Aubrey looked at the address Tracy sent, immediately changing the destination in the app.

Blackwood Crescent.

In the sprawling garden, Tracy ended the call, a faint smile playing on her lips. She slipped the phone into her pocket and hurried towards the shed.

Clutching a box full of empty liquor bottles, she arrived at Damon’s door and knocked twice.

“Come in,” Damon’s voice called out.

Tracy pushed the door open and entered the room, the box of empty bottles in her arms.

Damon was seated at his desk, two large computer monitors connected to a series of data boxes. He looked up from his work, his gaze landing on Tracy.

Tracy began to pull the empty bottles from the box, placing them haphazardly in the middle of the room.

Damon’s face was a mask of confusion. “Tracy, what are you doing?”

Having arranged the bottles, Tracy went to the desk and leaned over it, examining the stubble on Damon’s face. She reached out and touched it gently. “Good, you haven’t shaved it off.”

Damon brushed her hand away, a frown creasing his forehead. “Where did you hide my razor? If I don’t shave soon, I’ll look like some caveman.”

Tracy’s eyes narrowed into a sweet, playful smile. “Someone will shave it for you from now on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tracy giggled, placing her hands on the armrests of Damon’s wheelchair. Leaning closer, she whispered, “Damon, would you like Aubrey to move in with you?”

Damon’s expression darkened. “Why would she move in here? Is she trying to twist the knife even deeper?”

Tracy was brimming with confidence. “She won’t hurt you again. She’s coming to take care of you.”

“Did I agree to this?”

“Whether you agree or not, Aubrey’s moving in.”

Damon scoffed, convinced she was joking.

Tracy wheeled him over to the window.

He gazed out at the darkening night. “Why are you bringing me here?”

“To look at the moon.”

Damon was starting to think his sister had lost it. “Stop wasting my time. I’ve got days of work piled up. I have a ton of things to do.”

“Don’t move. Sit here for half an hour and clear your head.”

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