"It's none of your business," Damien interrupted, clearly unwilling to discuss his family affairs.
Julian nodded calmly, responding, "I apologize. These days, open marriages are quite common. Mr. Charleston, you must be..."
He paused and smirked before sarcastically saying, "Don't worry, I know when to stop."
Before Damien could get angry, Julian turned to leave. As he walked away, he added, "If you ever need a divorce, come to me. I'll give you a discount."
Damien instinctively glanced at Amelia, his voice cold as he spoke, "My wife and I have a good relationship."
Julian was already gone, so it was unclear if he had heard.
But Victoria definitely did.
She leaned against Damien, pretending to be drunk. Her eyes were watery as she whispered, "Damien ... Am I disturbing you and your wife?"
Before he could answer, her eyes turned red and she struggled to pull away.
"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.
When Victoria frowned and pouted, Damien gently blew on the spoon to cool it. When she complained about her messy hair, he picked up a comb and skillfully tied a beautiful ponytail for her.
Amelia’s nails dug deep into her palm when she saw it.