Reborn: Second Chance with the Scheming Tycoon

nson groaned, forc

a sudden, impulsive move, Amelia threw her ar

ss-clumsy, unpracti

his first, too. The moment their lips met,

cond before instinct took ov

o override reason, Dami

heavily. What t

is self-control. Since when did

ale attendant to help A

Amelia had dozed off again,

e first person sh

wide-eyed an

ly from the sofa. Outwardly, he looked composed, but

d saved her. She sat up, sincere g

slight nod. "I

s appearance-he was breathtakingly handsome

man she'd ever seen, with an aura

walked over, extending her

plied after a brief pa

tion returned-inten

number on the notepad. "Mr. Taylor, here's my number. Let

I'll keep th

l be going now." She was

safe for you to go alone at

n. Strangely, she felt she could trust him-p

black sports car-the "Shadow Wing"-was one of a

this car belonged to the le

uthless, untouchable second son of the Tay

n her past life that she'd ignored everything else. Ot

en opened the c

said, swallowing ner

couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Ta

a younger one," he r

cond son. Then he must

st thought. with looks like yours, it'd be a s

l people, she'd been save

a n

car, Damien glanced at her. "Mi

itation-he'd helped her greatly, so it

ould someone like Damien Ta

t. I need a plus-one." As he spo

. That banquet. This could be inter

ty of socialites eager to ac

her mind, Damien sudd