Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 91

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**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 91**

**Chapter 91**

**Damien’s POV**

As the day of my next appointment approached, a familiar knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. The last time I had been here, after the chaos of battle, I had felt a flicker of connection between us. Amelia had tended to my wounds with such tenderness, her hands gentle as she cleaned my face, just like any caring mate would. It had felt like we were on the brink of something beautiful, something that could mend the rifts between us.

But then she had sent me away, and the warmth of that moment had been extinguished.

No, I was being too lenient on myself by framing it that way. There was no point in sugar-coating the truth. She had effectively pushed me out, as if my presence was a burden rather than a comfort.

Now, as I prepared to return, I couldn’t shake the feeling that even the carefully wrapped gift I had brought might not be enough to shift the mood this time. What if she simply refused to see me? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I forced myself to breathe deeply, to quell the rising tide of doubt.

Still, I couldn’t allow myself to jump to conclusions. Ignoring her was not an option. This gift was my attempt to bridge the gap, to rekindle the flame that had once burned brightly between us.

We had made so much progress together…

After the battle, I could still recall the worry etched on her face. Surely, that concern had reignited the embers of her love for me? I just needed to remind her of that love, to keep it alive in her thoughts.

She loved me. She had to. If I could just keep that feeling in her heart, perhaps she would find her way back to me.

As I arrived, Dr. Wyatt held the group back until I was present, and then we moved onward toward the border. A heavy silence enveloped us, even Dr. Wyatt, who walked beside me for a while, her expression contemplative.

It was only after we crossed the threshold that she turned to me, her voice low but firm. “Be gentle with her.”

“I intend to,” I replied, though I could sense the doubt lingering in her gaze. She scrutinized me for a moment longer, as if searching for hidden truths.