Chapter 106

The one who told Amelia Johnson was a housekeeper. Usually, Damien Taylor’s villa didn’t have any staff, but it seemed he was planning to stay long-term now, so someone had been arranged. Amelia walked upstairs with a spring in her step but couldn’t help wondering— Why did he want her to wait upstairs? Was he scheming another surprise? When she got to Damien’s room, she was just about to knock when she noticed the door was ajar. A sly glint flashed in Amelia’s eyes—maybe it was her turn to spook him for once. She pushed the door open— There was a loud “bang” as the door bounced back a bit. Damien, mid-change, calmly turned around—and locked eyes with Amelia’s red-as-a-tomato face. Her wide-open eyes said it all. “I... uh…” She was trying to speak. “Sorry! So sorry!” Amelia spun around in a flash, heart pounding out of control. Her brain had short-circuited—all she could think about was that very unfiltered image! That’s what they meant by ‘clothes make you look lean, but take them off