"Do you want me to go with you?" Amelia’s voice was soft, but there was a hidden meaning in her words.
Damien’s expression became conflicted.
He reached out and pulled Amelia into his arms, speaking in a gentle tone, "That kind of event isn’t for you. The people there are troublemakers. I don’t want you to be around them."
Amelia gently pulled away from his embrace.
"That’s fine. I have something to do tonight anyway," she said.
Then, as if feeling her words were too cold, she added, "Come home early."
Damien looked relieved. He kissed her cheek lightly and smiled.
"You’re so understanding. Next time, when there’s a more formal event, I’ll take you with me so everyone can know who you are."
Amelia stared at his sincere expression and suddenly found it ridiculous.
This was the first time in five years that he had said he wanted to make their relationship public. But it happened at the very moment she had decided to leave him.
She turned to leave the office and, without looking back, said, "Alright, next time."
But in her heart, she knew there would never be a next time.
As Amelia had expected, Damien’s "female companion" for the night was Victoria.