Chapter 177

Damien Taylor held Amelia Johnson in his arms for a long time, kissing and comforting her gently until she finally calmed down. It was honestly the first time he truly felt how much she cared—how deeply she worried about him. In a weird way, this whole mess abroad had become a blessing in disguise. “Where are you going?” she asked in a tiny voice, grabbing his hand as soon as she sensed him trying to move. One look at her puffy, red eyes made Damien’s heart ache. His expression softened. He reached out, gently ruffling her hair, voice low and soothing. “Silly girl, I’m just going downstairs to grab some ice for your eyes. They've swollen up from crying.” “Then I wanna come too,” Amelia mumbled, eyes watery and pitiful. Damien gave in immediately, helpless against her plea. “Alright.” So Amelia clung to his hand like a lost kid afraid of being left behind, refusing to let go. She followed closely behind him, as if that was enough to make sure he wouldn't disappear again. Damien wrapped