The Damien who had always been distant, cold and professional with her … had been endlessly loving and indulgent toward Victoria. Amelia had been blind to it for too long. Only after getting hurt over and over again had she finally learned to let go.
Victoria suddenly raised her head, her gaze cautious.
"Amelia … do you think the way I look at my brother is… strange?"
Amelia remained silent, studying her.
Victoria’s possessiveness over Damien was so blatant, her schemes so shallow, that she had even dared to say this to Damien’s wife.
But instead of reacting, Amelia simply smiled as she calmly responded, "It’s not strange. I think … your brother likes you very much."
Victoria’s voice dropped to a whisper as she said, "Then, Amelia ... will you give my brother to me?"
Amelia met her expectant gaze and answered lightly, "Maybe."
She didn’t say outright that she was ready for a divorce. There was no need to hand Victoria a victory so easily.
Still, Victoria seemed satisfied with the ambiguous answer. A triumphant smile spread across her face, as if Damien was already hers. On the way home, Victoria dozed off in the back seat.