Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Amelia’s POV

I was quiet for most of the night, including the drive home. Ian tried to make conversation for a while, asking me about the play and if I enjoyed it. Truly, I made an effort to reply, but my thoughts were so muddled with thoughts of Damien and what he had told me, that I found my attention diverting away from conversation with lan more than once.

At my house, the car pulled around the winding driveway, leading us right up to the front door.

As I exited the car, I should have expected that Ian would exit with me. He followed me up to the front door, where he held out his hands for mine. Thinking he might want a simple handshake as a goodbye, I started to hold my own out too. Instead, he clasped both of my hands in his and then tugged me closer.

His face was coming closer to mine, his lips headed for my lips.

At the last minute before those lips could connect with mine, I turned my head, offering Ian my cheek instead. His lips pressed there, leaving a soft kiss.

I thought that might be enough to satisfy him, but when he pulled back a bit, I could see from the confused look in his eyes that he was going to want to talk about this.

“I’m sorry,” I said, hoping to head off much of the awkward situation. “I keep thinking that I’m ready, but I think I need more time.”

“I just… don’t understand,” Ian replied. “What I feel for you is so strong. I thought that certainly, we are fated mates. Your brother and parents agree. Yet, when I’m alone with you, it’s as if you have no feelings for me whatsoever.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again.

“I’m a patient man, Annette. I will wait if I need to, but a fated mate would have shown some interest by now.”

“I don’t mean any offense,” I said quickly, because he certainly sounded offended. “I think I might just be… broken.”

It hurt to admit that, but I wondered if it was true. More than once, back since I lost my memory and was returned to my family, I kept feeling like I didn’t really belong. And the only reason for that must have been my own fault.

My family was lovely. They took care of me well, and I enjoyed being with them.

There was no reason why it shouldn’t have been enough.

Just like there was no reason why I should still be thinking about Damien and his sadness, even now, as I was talking about my potential future with Ian.

“You aren’t broken,” Ian said adamantly. He was still holding my hands and squeezed them now. He looked deeply into my eyes, his eyes intensely focused.

It made me uncomfortable, having him look at me like that. I felt like I was under a microscope. Besides, how could he know that? He wasn’t trapped in my head. He didn’t know the things I thought and what I did or did not feel.

I didn’t want to hurt him, nor did I want to burn this bridge that I really should be strengthening. My whole family thought that Ian was the best person for me.

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So why couldn’t I accept that myself?

And if he didn’t think I was broken…

Maybe I was just kidding myself. Maybe I was being purposefully troublesome here. Maybe the person I really wanted, the person I shouldn’t want but still did, was a single widowed father who had already asked me not to say his name because I reminded him of his deceased wife.

That wasn’t exactly the best start to a great romance, and if I had any sense, I would stay away from him. I would focus on Ian like my family wanted me to do.

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