Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 In His Arms

“Give me your hand.” Damien’s voice was low, but a subtle tension lurked beneath its calm surface.

Amelia paused. Before the fights went out, Damien had been standing to her left. Now, his voice seemed to come from a slightly different direction.

She shuffled blindly toward the sound, arms outstretched. Affer a few steps, her foot caught on something, sending her stumbling forward. Instead of hitting the floor, she collided with a solid, warm chest.

“I’m so sorry, I-” she began, trying to push herself upright.

“Don’t. Move.” The command in his tone was sharp, edged with something close to urgency.

“Mr. Taylor, are you alright?” She could feel a faint tremor running through his body, his breathing still

uneven.

“My apologies… Just… give me a moment,” he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically strained, almost pleading.

Understanding dawned on Amelia. So, the formidable Damien Taylor has a vulnerability. It seemed like a classic case of claustrophobia.

She softened her posture, gently patting his back. “It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re safe.”

Damien didn’t respond, but she felt the rigid tension in his frame begin to ease slightly.

After a long moment, she asked softly, “Do you think you can stand?”

“I can try. Will you help me?” His dark secret phobia was unpredictable, striking without warning.

Once he was steady on his feet, Amelia carefully guided him, one arm around his back, as they inched forward through the oppressive blackness. She was almost certain the exit was this way.

Her free hand finally brushed against the cool metal of the door handle. She pushed it open, and the bright hallway light flooded in, making them both blink.

“A circuit failure? But only in this one room?” Amelia frowned, turning to look at Damien.

His expression was dark, brows knitted together. There was no doubt in his mind-this had Liam’s meddling written all over it.

Suddenly, Amelia reached up, her fingers gently brushing his forehead. “You’re sweating.”

He caught her wrist, his touch firm but not harsh. “Don’t. It’s not… pleasant.”

She pulled her hand back instinctively. “Oh! The opening dance! What time is it?”

Damien checked his watch, his composure largely restored. “We have just enough time if we go now.”

“Let’s go, then,” he said, offering his arm once more.

Amelia took it without a second thought.

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