Amelia turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Damien asked, noticing her change right away.
Amelia lowered her head, feeling a lump in her throat. She almost couldn’t hold back her tears. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stay calm.
"I'm just hungry," she said.
Damien didn’t ask any further. He never cared much about the morning kiss anyway. It was always Amelia who wanted it, not him.
He sat down, picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.
"By the way, which company did you work with for yesterday’s deal? I don’t think I asked."
Amelia remained calm. "It was the Weston Corporation. Do you want to see the contract?"
Damien paused for a moment. Just when Amelia’s palms started to sweat, he suddenly smiled and ruffled her hair.
"I trust you," he said casually.
Amelia lowered her gaze, feeling an ache in her chest.
For a long time, she had wished that Damien would care about her work, that he would take the time to guide her, ask about the risks, or offer advice. But that was only a dream.
After breakfast, as they got into the car, Damien’s phone rang. It was Victoria.
On the other end, her voice trembled as she sobbed, "Damien, my husband’s family is blocking the hotel entrance. They’re on their knees, refusing to let me divorce him. I… I don’t know what to do…"
Damien’s expression darkened immediately. He pressed down on the accelerator, making the car lurch forward.
"Don’t be scared. Stay in your room and don’t come out. I’m on my way," he reassured her.
Amelia tightened her grip on her seatbelt, her face turning pale.
"Damien, slow down! It’s too dangerous!"
Damien seemed to remember she was there. He slammed the brakes and turned to her.
"Take a taxi to the company by yourself. I have to go."
Before Amelia could respond, he sped off again, running a red light in his rush to get to Victoria. Amelia stood by the side of the road, feeling like a discarded doll. She took a deep breath, flagged down a taxi and headed to the office.
The entire day, she stayed busy.
Amelia worked as usual, but at the same time, she slowly started letting go of her responsibilities, of her attachment to Damien and of the life she had clung to for five years.