Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 93

hapter 84 Reflexes

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Sabrina Johnson pouted with a wronged look. “Ethan, I think Zoey and Sophia were just trying to stand up for Chloe. My sister really did go too far with her before… seriously, it was kinda harsh.”

Ethan Collins felt an inexplicable wave of irritation. “It’s late. Let me take you home.”

“Okay.” Noticing Ethan’s gloomy mood, Sabrina bit her lip and chose to stay quiet.

Back inside the private room, Amelia Johnson looked at Damien Taylor with admiration lighting up her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to sing that well. “I love this song so much.”

Damien put down the mic, glancing at her. “I know. That’s why I sang it for you.”

“You knew? How?” Amelia asked, a little confused.

Damien replied, “You mentioned it in one of your letters years back.”

Amelia tilted her head, trying to recall. “Did I? I seriously don’t remember.”

Damien’s face darkened just a bit. Forgot? So clearly, she didn’t take him, her old pen pal, to heart.

He stepped closer, boxing Amelia into the corner of the couch.

Amelia blinked rapidly. “Damien, you, you…”

Damien stared at her like a little bunny backed into a corner. “I’m your boyfriend. Why are you acting all

scared?”

“I’m… not scared. Just… reflexes, you know,” Amelia mumbled honestly. She didn’t mean to flinch-it just kinda happened.

“Reflexes, huh?” Damien raised an eyebrow, unbuttoned his shirt collar, and leaned in.

Amelia’s eyes went wide. Her face flushed immediately, and her heart pounded wildly.

Damien gently tilted her chin up with his slender fingers, his voice low and husky. “So where’s that reflex now? Hmm?”

Amelia whispered weakly, “It already kicked in…”

“Like?”

“…I froze.”

Damien stretched out his arms. “Come closer.”

Amelia obediently scooted towards him.

He picked her up in one swoop. “It’s late. Let’s get you home.”

At the Johnson house, Amelia walked through the front gate, while Damien casually hopped the wall to get in.

<Chapter 8 Seftrees

After her shower, Amelia walked out of the bathroom. “I’m done. You go ahead.”

Damien got up from the couch. “Nah, I’ll skip it. You should get some sleep.”

Looked like he wasn’t staymg over tonight. Amelia asked, “Where are you headed?”

Damien reached over to ruffle her hair. “Got work stuff to handle. I’ll stay with you tomorrow.”

Stay… with her? That phrasing sounded kinda suggestive.

“Okay. Be safe out there.” A weird little disappointment bloomed in her chest.

Damien pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well.”

Amelia nodded. “You too-don’t stay up too late.”

Once Damien left, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

Amelia, Isla Shaw, and Emily Carter had a group chat.

She sent a message: Kinda craving a midnight snack.

Isla replied instantly: BBQ sounds sooo good right now.

Emily: Y’all keep talkin’, but can you move those legs? Let’s go!

Isla: Ooh, guess who’s buying tonight?

Emily: Why’d you throw in a “little”? Just call me Emily.

Isla: ‘Cause you’re younger than me.

Emily: I’m taller and heavier, okay? Chill, Isla-bby!

Amelia: Hurry up, I’m ready to snack while y’all fight.

The three of them had grown up together; their bond was tight.

At a BBQ joint’s private room, Amelia and Isla hugged the moment they saw each other.

Isla grinned, “Summer girl, you gotta do three shots as punishment!”

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