Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 115

Daniel wondered if he’d misheard. “Why do you want to see her?”

Amelia shot him an irritable look that clearly said, “Mind your own business.”

He frowned. “Stay away from her. It won’t do you any good.”

“Yeah, I know.” Amelia tried to convince herself she didn’t care, but saying it still gave her heart a faint, stinging ache. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to your precious Porcelain Doll.”

“Who said I—”

“Daniel!”

He didn’t get to finish. A sweet, melodic voice cut in.

Amelia turned to see Mogan White pushing Violet toward them.

It was obvious Violet had put effort into her appearance. Her long, inky-black hair spilled over her shoulders, and even though she was in a wheelchair, the deep blue dress with its plunging neckline was hard to ignore.

So she did have something to show off after all.

Amelia glanced sideways at Daniel, curious for his reaction, but he barely spared Violet a glance before looking away, seemingly indifferent to her choice of outfit.

“Your first love is wearing a low-cut dress,” Amelia pointed out.

He didn’t see her point. “She could wear a nun’s habit for all I care. It’s none of my business.”

That rankled. When Amelia wore a backless dress that showed almost nothing, he’d had plenty to say. Now Violet squeezed herself into a dress with a neckline down to her navel, and Daniel didn’t bat an eye. Double standards much?

So loving someone meant respecting all her choices—including how she dressed?

But when it came to a stand-in like her, he felt free to regulate everything.

Annoyed, Amelia shifted her foot sideways and stomped on his.

“Ow—!” Daniel looked down. Thank God she was wearing flats, or she might have pierced his foot. “What’s with the domestic violence?”

Please. Amelia snorted. “It’s not domestic violence until I stab you.”

Daniel, never missing a beat, shot back shamelessly, “Well, I’ve stabbed you plenty of times. Guess that makes us even.”

She guessed flippantly, “Let me guess—she saved your life or something?”

He paused, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Amelia was caught off guard. “Seriously? I was just guessing.”

Suddenly, a startled cry sounded behind them. Amelia turned to see Violet’s wheelchair rolling straight toward Mogan. He reacted quickly, dodging aside and grabbing the handles. “Are you alright?”

“…I’m fine.” Violet’s heart was still pounding. She turned to Daniel, confused. “Why did you push me like that?”

“You said last time the wheelchair brakes were acting up. I thought I’d give them a try.” Daniel shoved his free hand in his pocket and stepped between Amelia and Mogan, separating them. “Looks like you were right—they don’t work at all.”

Violet’s expression made it clear she didn’t buy that excuse for a second.

Once they reached the lounge, Amelia wasted no time. She pulled a stack of papers from her bag and handed them to Violet. “Here.”

Daniel caught sight of the papers and his chest tightened. He grabbed Amelia’s arm and spun her around, snatching the documents away. “Amelia, what the hell is this about?”