Chapter 7 Living at Damien's house
She went into the bedroom and changed Amelia into the nightgown, while Damien stood at the door and asked, "How is she? If she starts sweating, lower the air conditioning a bit."
The housekeeper came out and gently closed the bedroom door.
"No sweating, but she's probably hungry. I heard her stomach growling," the housekeeper said with a smile.
Should I make something for the young lady?" she suggested.
"No need, your work is done," Damien replied.
The housekeeper packed up her belongings and when she left, she took off the shoe covers and put them in her bag.
Damien gently twisted open the door to the bedroom, to check in on Amelia. The curtains were drawn and the room was dimly lit.
Amelia was still in a deep sleep, he stood at the side of the bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face. She was a delicate girl, with soft features and a beautiful lip shape, like a peach. The visual sensation seemed to evoke the sweet fragrance.
Damien couldn't help but recall the sweetness of those lips from that night.
A certain part of his body began to respond uncontrollably, and he cursed himself as a beast, quickly leaving the bedroom.
He rushed into the bathroom and took a cold shower, then went into the kitchen.
The open-style kitchen, even with good equipment, still allowed the smell to permeate the house.
Amelia, still half asleep, caught a whiff of a sweet, fragrant rice scent, with a hint of rich creaminess.
She sat up, still a bit dazed.
Was this the bedroom? Did Mr. Kingsley bring her home? Or did he take her to a hotel?
She got out of bed and followed the smell, only to see Damien busy in the kitchen. Amelia gently pursed her lips, feeling that Mr. Kingsley was very approachable.
"Can you cook?"
Damien heard her voice and turned around to see the girl standing there in a light-colored silk nightdress, looking poised and elegant. His eyes couldn't hide a hint of astonishment.
"You're awake? How are you feeling? Is your body alright?"
Amelia nodded and took a few steps towards the kitchen.
"I'm fine, thank you."
Damien's gaze fell on her feet, his brow furrowing.
"I forgot to buy you slippers."
Amelia looked down at her own feet, her fair toes wiggling slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Well, I'm fine like this."
Damien walked over to her and bent down to pick her up.
Amelia quickly stepped back, nervously looking at him.
"What...what are you doing?"
"Don't move!"
Damien's voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for refusal. Amelia was too timid to resist, so she didn't move as Damien picked her up horizontally.
Amelia's small heart was beating irregularly, her face flushed as she held onto Damien's neck. But she didn't dare hold too tightly, as it would seem too intimate, yet she was afraid of slipping if she loosened her grip.
She was conflicted, hanging her head and not daring to look up at him.
At nineteen years old, she had never been this close to a man before, not even her own father who probably hadn't carried her more than a few times.
Damien placed her on a chair in the dining room, and Amelia immediately pulled her legs back, sinking her whole body into the chair while silently breathing a sigh of relief.
Damien glanced at her feet again.
"After we eat, I'll take you to the supermarket. You'll need daily necessities and toiletries. I only bought you a few clothes earlier. Don't walk barefoot anymore, it's not good to catch a cold."
Amelia heard him mention clothes and only then realized that she was currently wearing a skirt, a beautiful striped nightdress.
Her face suddenly turned red, and she realized all her clothes had been changed, but there are only her and Damien in the room. She blinked a few times, secretly glancing at Damien and then bowing her head again.
Damien saw her wanting to ask, trying to hide, and couldn't help but find it funny, but he didn't tease her and said directly, "The housekeeper came to change your clothes."
Amelia looked up and said, "Oh," but the heat on her face still hadn't subsided. Maybe she really had little experience interacting with men, why did she always feel nervous?
Damien stood up and walked into the kitchen. "I'll serve you some soup," he said.
He added some vegetable bits to the clear soup and a dash of milk, filling it with a rich dairy aroma.
Amelia smelled it and smiled. "Mr. Kingsley, I didn't expect you to be able to cook."
Damien turned his head and coughed lightly. "I can only cook soup, nothing else."
Amelia took a spoonful of soup into her mouth and, despite his words, praised, "The soup you cooked is delicious. It's already impressive."
Damien didn't point out this girl's small kind-heartedness. He sat at the table and watched Amelia eat spoons full of soup. When half a bowl was finished, he asked, "Did you have a conflict with your parents during the day?"
Amelia paused with the spoon in her hand and nodded lightly. "Yes."
Damien pondered for a moment. "Because of the child?"
Amelia shook her head. "No."
She looked up at Damien, her eyes red. "We have three children in our family. I have an older brother and a younger brother. I am the most useless one. I didn't even pass the university admission test, so I lost the opportunity to continue my studies. My mom..." She frowned, shaking her head lightly, not wanting to continue.
She always felt that talking about her family's troubles was particularly pretentious. She didn't want to seek sympathy from anyone, and for Amelia, Mr. Kingsley was probably just a slightly special stranger. They weren't even friends, so why should she tell him these things?
Damien saw her fall silent and didn't inquire further. Instead, he said, "What are your plans afterwards? Are you going back home?"
Before Amelia could speak, he continued, "You're carrying my child, so I have a responsibility to take care of you. If your parents can't take care of you, why not stay here? Don't worry, I'm not some pervert who would do anything to you."
Amelia pursed her lips and looked at Damien. Seeing her silence, Damien became a little anxious and was about to persuade her a few more times, but then Amelia spoke.
"Mr. Kingsley, then I'll trouble you. And stay here till the baby is born, and then I will leave."
Damien slightly frowned slightly but didn't say anything. Initially, Amelia thought the soup was delicious, but as she finished the remaining half bowl, she felt like it had lost its sweet aroma.
Her mind was in a mess, sometimes thinking of her mother scolding her for being lazy and gluttonous, telling her not to come back if she ran away.
Come on, a moment later she thought about her baby and realized that she would have to let someone else take care of him, which made her feel really uneasy.
Damien noticed that Amelia hadn't finished half a bowl of soup yet and said, "If you can't finish it, just leave it. As long as you're full."
Amelia hugged the bowl and drank it all in a few gulps, then stood up and looked at Damien, asking, "Are we going out now?"
“Yes, we need to go buy things you’ll be needing for your stay here, and also some grocery and snacks for you.”