"You’re not my brother anymore ... You have your own family now ... I shouldn’t interfere. I should go back to my hotel instead."
Damien held her tighter.
His voice was so soft it could melt ice as he responded, "I’m not your brother anymore ... But you are always welcome to be with me."
His burning gaze made Victoria’s face turn even redder. Meanwhile, Amelia stood aside. She watched them as if she were just an outsider.
Finally, Damien seemed to remember her presence. Letting go of Victoria, he looked at Amelia with guilt.
"Baby ... You don’t mind, do you? Victoria is my sister, after all."
He had already planned how to comfort Amelia if she got jealous.
But she only smiled faintly and said, "I don’t mind."
Those three words were light, but they felt like a knife stabbing into her own heart.
The next morning, Amelia woke up and instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. Damien was already gone. She put on her nightgown and walked barefoot to the third-floor hallway, looking down toward Victoria’s room on the second floor.
Through the half-open door, she saw Damien carefully feeding Victoria a bowl of hangover juice.