Chapter 180

Private booth in a café. Amelia Johnson had been trying to calm Damien Taylor down for a while, but nothing seemed to work. He sat there sulking, chain-smoking like it could chase the frustration away. One deep drag later, he choked and started coughing hard. "Can you just stop smoking already?" Amelia’s eyes turned red with worry, afraid he'd hurt his wound again. Damien stomped out the cigarette and turned his face away, refusing to look at her, clearly still upset. He was hurting too—after all, witnessing your girlfriend flirting with an older guy was no joke. Left with no choice, Amelia spilled everything, explaining the whole story, then reached out and gripped his hand. "I’m really sorry. I swear it won’t happen again." When Damien learned it was all for his birthday gift, he didn’t know whether to be touched or pissed. "You could’ve just told me." "If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise," Amelia pouted and tugged lightly at his sleeve, while softening her tone. "Turn around. L