Chapter 93

Damien's voice had that low, teasing undertone that made Amelia’s heart thump a little faster, her cheeks heating up again. She almost fumbled her phone trying to keep it steady. Clearing her throat, she tried to play it cool. "Sure, what kind of game are we playing now? I rock at match-3 games too." Damien chuckled softly and reached up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Anything’s fine. You pick." The second his cool fingertips brushed her skin, a jolt ran through Amelia’s body—like a sudden static shock—making her breath hitch slightly. "Hurry up, I’ve already sent the team invite," Damien added casually. Feeling a bit too close for comfort, Amelia subtly leaned back a little, trying not to make it obvious. Damien accepted her request without missing a beat. The two of them were a powerhouse team—not only were their characters well-geared, but their coordination was practically flawless. They crushed several PvP battles without a single loss. After a while, the ‘too