Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 121

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 121**
**Chapter 121**

After all this time, and the vast distance that had stretched between us like an unbridgeable chasm, why did my heart still gravitate toward Damien, as if I were a moth irresistibly drawn to the flickering flame?

Sitting upright in bed, sleep had become an elusive dream, so I decided to abandon the comfort of my room in search of the kitchen and a simple glass of water. As I stepped out, the hallway greeted me with an eerie silence, a stark contrast to the usual hum of life. Perhaps this was one of those rare moments when Cara had actually managed to find some peace in sleep, leaving the house wrapped in a blanket of stillness.

I treaded softly down the hallway, each step measured and deliberate, mindful of the creaky floorboards that might betray my presence. As I approached the kitchen, a faint glow caught my eye from the opposite end of the hallway. It was unmistakably coming from Damien’s den.

A voice in my mind urged me to continue toward the kitchen to quench my thirst and return to the sanctuary of my room. I shouldn’t allow my curiosity to lead me astray, to check on Damien and see what he was doing at this late hour. The clock had long since passed midnight, and we both should have been lost in dreams by now.

But here we were, caught in this strange limbo.

My feet, however, seemed to have a will of their own, propelled by some reckless impulse from my heart. Moving almost unconsciously, I found myself gliding down the hallway, drawn toward the den like a magnet. As I reached the doorway, I hesitated, peeking through the slightly ajar door.

Inside, Damien was leaning over the dry bar, his elbows resting on the polished surface, his back stretching in a way that momentarily distracted me from my thoughts.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the haze clouding my mind, and focused on him again. He held a glass, its contents glimmering in the dim light—whiskey, perhaps, or brandy. I had never been adept at distinguishing between the various spirits; my palate had never yearned for such strong flavors.

Physically, he appeared fine, but there was an unmistakable air of introspection about him, as if he were adrift in a sea of thoughts.

A sudden wave of awareness washed over me, and I realized that I shouldn’t be lingering here in this vulnerable moment. I turned to retreat, but before I could take even a single step, his voice floated through the air, rich with nostalgia. “Do you remember the nights we would sit up in this room talking until the sun came up?”

He didn’t even turn to face me, his back still to the door, yet I felt the weight of his words like a direct invitation.

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