Chapter 6

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her.

Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight.

Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.

A street vendor who was selling egg bread came and parked in front of Amelia. 'How dare he. Can't he see that she's resting on the bench?' Damian said in his mind, his blood was boiling. A poor street vendor who doesn't know anything was being targeted by Damian.

Amelia who became sensitive to the smell of eggs was feeling nauseous so she stood up and walked away from the park and headed to the bus stop. The smell of eggs was still there and it made her more nauseous than ever.

Damian notices the color of her face go even paler. His eyebrows moved even closer together as he feels more irritated. 'She should not be allowed to go outside in that state' he thought and felt the urge to carry her back to his car and drive home.

Amelia who was still suppressing the urge to vomit and was completely unaware of Damian who is following her walked away from the bus stop to her house. When she reaches her house, she immediately ran inside and vomited at the bathroom toilet.

Amelia washed her mouth with water and flashes the vomit on the toilet. She looks at her reflection on the mirror and stares at her eyebags, pale face, her unkempt hair, and her chapped lips. 'I can't go to Tara's looking like this. She's going to worry' she thought and pulled her make-up pouch.

After putting slight make-up and brushing her long wavy hair, she leaves a note on their dining table that says that she'll be at Tara's house. She was about to leave so she opens the door of their house and froze when she saw the man standing in front of her.

"W-what..." she stutters.

"Why are you here?" She immediately asks and calms herself inside. She looks at Damian with vigilance.

"Let's talk" Damian declares as he made his way inside her house. He sat down at one of the couches in their living room and crossed his legs.

Amelia sighs and walks to the kitchen. "What do you want? Water? Coffee? Tea?"

"Don't bother yourself," Damian says.

Amelia places water on the table in front of him and sat down. "What are you doing here?" Amelia asks with caution not knowing that Damian already knew everything.

"I'm going to get straight to the point. I want you to come live with me" Damian said those words like a decree rather than a suggestion as if he was so sure that she's gonna comply.

'So he knows already' she thought.

"I'm going to raise this child by myself so don't worry. You won't need to take responsibility" Amelia says in a clear voice.

"Are you hearing yourself? How are you going to raise our child by yourself when you're still a teenager" Damian's face was painted with irritation and Amelia can feel it.

'Our child, he said' Amelia said in her head.

"Look, I'm not going to repeat myself again. I want you to tell your parents everything and I want you to pack your bags and come live with me" Damian says once more, his voice filled with annoyance.

The door of the house opened and Amelia's parents walk in carrying groceries. "Amelia, dear! Where are you-" Amelia's mom calls out to her and saw the unknown man sitting on the couch with Amelia in front of him.

"Oh, who is he, sweetie?"

"Good morning Mrs. Reinhart. I'm working for a company called C inc., I'm here to recruit your daughter as an intern" Damian says professionally. Amelia quickly turns her head to him in surprise.

"Internship? But our daughter is still in high school" Amelia's father said after entering the scene.

"Oh. I forgot to mention. Our company is doing a program that allows underage students to work for us. It's like a 9-month training. We take care of everything. Food and dorm"

"Is it legal?" her father asked.

"Of course," Damian said and flashed a smile.

Amelia's parents looked at each other with an uncertain gaze.

"Uhhh. We'll think about it. For now, give us time" her father said.

Damian lets out a breath and looks at Amelia. "Ok then. If ever you make up your mind here is my business card"

"Thanks for having me," Damian said and threw a gaze to Amelia.

Before Damian could leave, he leaned into Amelia and whispered,

"If you don't tell them, I will. So, make up your mind"