Chapter 33

Damien Taylor placed the phone gently into Amelia Johnson’s hand. “Sorry, thought this was mine.” “It’s okay.” Her cheeks flushed slightly, two faint patches of red giving her away. The call was from Emily Carter. Amelia quickly hit the answer button. “Hey, Amelia, are you at Taylor Mansion yet?” Emily asked. “I’m already at Damien’s place,” Amelia replied. “I bought a bunch of groceries. Wanna cook lunch?” There was a clear hint of hope in his voice. “Got it. I’ll head over in a bit.” She rolled her eyes internally. All that beating around the bush, and in the end, it was just him wanting her to cook. Once the call ended, Amelia turned to Damien. “Wanna have lunch together? I’ll cook.” “Sure.” Damien agreed without hesitation. Amelia hadn’t really expected him to say yes—she was just being polite. “I usually just cook some basic stuff. Not sure if that’s your thing.” “Why’s that?” “Well, you probably eat a lot of fancy food, right?” “Sometimes, yeah. But that kind of stuff all the tim