Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 301

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 301**

**Chapter 301**

In an instant, the flicker of hope I had been clinging to vanished like smoke in the wind. While I rationalized that Jake’s efforts might be better than facing the void of solitude, the reality of him still hunting for a husband on my behalf was far from what I truly desired.

Yet, deep down, I understood that Jake was relentless; he wouldn’t simply drop this. So, with a resigned sigh, I decided to humor him, if only to appease his enthusiasm.

I closed my eyes, allowing my imagination to conjure the image of my ideal partner.

“He should be tall, broad-shouldered, and exude strength, with a fierce protective instinct. A natural leader, though perhaps a touch stubborn. But he must have a soft spot for children, and if he happens to be a father, I can just picture his little ones wrapping him around their tiny fingers,” I mused, lost in my vision.

Jake, ever the pragmatist, interrupted my daydream. “I’m sure I can find you a man who doesn’t already have kids,” he said, his tone bordering on dismissive. “You shouldn’t have to take on the responsibility of raising someone else’s children.”

I opened my eyes, a frown tugging at my lips.

I couldn’t quite decipher if Jake had caught on, but the person I had just described so vividly was none other than Damien.

**Damien’s POV**

I stood in front of the mirror, contemplating my outfit. A tuxedo felt overly formal for the occasion, so I opted for a sharp black suit paired with a matching tie. The crisp white shirt, its collars sharply pressed, added a touch of elegance, and I slicked back my hair, hoping to present a polished appearance.

As I stepped out of my bedroom, ready to reveal my look to the girls, their excited gasps filled the air, a chorus of admiration that warmed my heart.

“You look amazing, Daddy!” Amy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I replied, a smile creeping onto my face.

“Now, Daddy,” Stacy chimed in, her tone shifting to one of seriousness, “don’t forget that you need to make a good first… impress… uh… impress-sh…”

“Impression?” I offered, raising an eyebrow. When she nodded vigorously, I added, “But Stacy, Annette and I have met several times before.”

“Still,” she insisted, her little hands on her hips, “you need to buy her flowers.”

“Pretty ones!” Amy interjected, her enthusiasm infectious.

“And you must hold the door for her,” Stacy directed, her voice firm with authority.

“Like a true gentleman!” Amy added, her eyes wide with excitement.

“And you should tell her that she looks pretty,” Stacy said, her tone softening.

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