Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 302

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 302**

**Chapter 302**

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**Damien’s POV**

As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant nestled within Gray’s pack territory, a wave of anticipation washed over me. I found a spot along the road and cut the engine, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the entrance, and there she was—Annette. She stood poised, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights, clad in a stunning navy blue cocktail dress that hugged her form perfectly. The fabric clung to her curves while the hem flirted with her thighs, showcasing her long, graceful legs. I found myself momentarily captivated, rooted to the spot, my breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of her.

I wanted to savor this moment, to appreciate her beauty before she turned and caught me staring.

But as fate would have it, her gaze flicked in my direction, and a radiant smile broke across her face, making my heart leap.

Gods, she was breathtaking. There was something about her that reminded me so much of Amelia, a haunting familiarity that both thrilled and terrified me. I mentally chastised myself, my heart racing with reckless abandon. This isn’t a date. She might not be Amelia. We don’t have the right to feel this way about her—yet.

Yet, despite the clarity of my thoughts, I had found myself compelled to heed Stacy’s advice and stop to buy flowers. The bouquet of lilacs and violets, while perhaps not perfectly matching her elegant dress, felt like a gesture worth making. As I extended the flowers toward her, her eyes sparkled with delight, as if I had presented her with an exquisite diamond bracelet.

“Damien,” she exclaimed, her voice a melody that filled me with pride. The joy in her tone made my heart swell. “These are so beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

“It was actually Stacy and Amy’s idea,” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish. Without the girls’ encouragement, I might never have thought to do something so charming.

Annette accepted the flowers with a warm smile, her eyes dancing with gratitude. “Then you must convey my thanks to your daughters as well.”

“I will,” I promised, feeling a connection forming between us.

She leaned in, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the blooms, and in that moment, she closed her eyes. A look of sheer bliss spread across her face, leaving me breathless and yearning. I longed to be the reason for that happiness, to be the one who could bring her such joy—not just through flowers, but through my presence.

My hands itched to touch her, and my lips ached to claim hers.

Her smile was radiant as she passed by me. “Thank you,” she said, her voice laced with warmth.

“My pleasure,” I responded, feeling a swell of pride at my chivalrous gesture.

I had made reservations ahead of time, so the hostess quickly guided us to our table. I had specifically requested a private setting, one where we could converse freely without the prying eyes and ears of the bustling restaurant. This particular establishment was known for accommodating such requests, and true to form, the hostess led us to a secluded booth tucked away in the back of the main ballroom.

The booths, elegantly designed and built into the walls, featured curtains that could be drawn closed, creating an intimate space for us. Once we settled in, and the curtain was drawn, it felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only Annette and me in our own little universe.

We gazed at one another, lost in the moment, time slipping away until the sound of a soft cough from our waiter broke the spell. He gently pulled back the curtain, reminding us of the outside world, and we hastily turned our attention to the menus in front of us.

After placing our orders, the waiter departed, leaving us in the cocoon of our booth once again. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. I noticed a subtle twitch at the corners of Annette’s smile, a flicker of uncertainty that made my heart ache.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice gentle, hoping she would share whatever was troubling her.