When Damien came out of the bedroom, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
Amelia turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Damien asked, noticing her change right away.
Amelia lowered her head, feeling a lump in her throat. She almost couldn’t hold back her tears. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stay calm.
"I'm just hungry," she said.
Damien didn’t ask any further. He never cared much about the morning kiss anyway. It was always Amelia who wanted it, not him.
He sat down, picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.
"By the way, which company did you work with for yesterday’s deal? I don’t think I asked."
Amelia remained calm. "It was the Weston Corporation. Do you want to see the contract?"
Damien paused for a moment. Just when Amelia’s palms started to sweat, he suddenly smiled and ruffled her hair.
"I trust you," he said casually.
Amelia lowered her gaze, feeling an ache in her chest.
For a long time, she had wished that Damien would care about her work, that he would take the time to guide her, ask about the risks, or offer advice. But that was only a dream.