Amelia stiffened at his words, confusion clouding her expression and asked, "Why do you want to go home suddenly?"
Damien’s fingers gently traced the curve of her shoulder as he answered, "You’ve seemed down lately. I thought maybe going home would lift your spirits."
Amelia’s thoughts drifted to the villa area in her hometown, St. Paul, a place filled with memories of her and Damien. Every blade of grass, every tree, held fragments of their shared past.
Lost in these memories, she heard Damien then added, "By the way, I heard your father isn’t feeling well. It’s a good time to go check on him."
"Dad is sick?" Amelia sat up abruptly.
"Why didn’t I know?"
Damien quickly reassured her.
"Don’t worry, I overheard the maid mentioning it. It’s nothing serious, just a small thing."
He pulled her back into his arms and asked her gently, "So, will you go back and visit him?"
Amelia was still unsettled, but Damien’s surprising tenderness that night made her hesitate to overthink it. She nodded. Although she wasn’t sure about Damien’s sudden kindness, it was strange. Tonight, he was just … holding her, nothing more.