Damien Taylor nodded lightly. Anything unrelated to Amelia never managed to spark his interest.
But the foreign game she mentioned—yeah, he vaguely remembered it.
“Alright, let’s drop it for now. It’s getting late, we should sleep.” Damien pulled the blanket over, clearly planning something, but Amelia pressed his hand down. “Not tonight. I need real sleep. I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow, and I need all my energy.”
Since she said so, Damien had no choice but to give up.
“Fine. After you’re done tomorrow, we’ll make up for it.”
Amelia’s face heated instantly. She didn’t respond, just shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep—then actually drifted off not long after…
The next morning, Amelia headed out early to the filming set for the food competition to shoot new promo pho
