Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 135

If Daniel Had the Upper Hand...

“Daniel!”

Charles staggered, reeling from a punch, almost crashing into the ropes. Just as Daniel’s fist was about to come down again, Amelia’s voice rang out, sharp and clear. “Stop!”

Daniel’s gloved fist, still humming with momentum, halted right by Charles’s ear. He turned, chest heaving. “Oh? Feeling sorry for him now?”

Amelia marched up the steps and slipped through the ropes onto the ring. “He’s a doctor. If you injure him, who’s going to do his job?”

Standing before Daniel, she was a stark contrast—slim and delicate next to his imposing frame, but her presence was just as forceful. “You want to fight? Fine. Try me instead.”

Charles straightened, voice strained. “Amelia, I’m alright.”

But Daniel snapped, agitation flaring in his eyes. “She’s your sister-in-law. When the hell are you going to start calling her that?”

Amelia stepped squarely between the two men. “Why are you shouting? Don’t worry, that title won’t last much longer. Doesn’t make a difference anyway.”

Seeing the situation spiraling, Finley hurried over and dragged Charles away.

Daniel, still fuming and now provoked even more by Amelia, let out a cold laugh. He bit off the velcro from his gloves and tossed them aside, then jabbed a finger at her forehead.

“Me, fight you? Fine. You want to shield him? Don’t cry if you get hurt.”

Amelia didn’t flinch. She didn’t believe Daniel would ever actually hit her. He might be a jerk, but he wasn’t trash—he’d never raise a hand to a woman.

But before the thought had even settled, she caught a sudden movement in her peripheral vision—Daniel’s fist swung toward her face.

Instinctively, Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for a blow. But instead of pain, she felt the gentle press of lips against her forehead, warm and damp with sweat from the match.

Finley, hair sticking up in wild tufts, could only gape in astonishment. Well, that was... something!

Charles looked away, jaw tight.

Amelia blinked, the urge to curse him out on the tip of her tongue. But worried he might actually enjoy it, she bit back her words and muttered, “Why didn’t you hit me?”

Amelia froze.

Charles, still feeling responsible for the tension between them, wanted to say something. But Finley, quick on his feet, clapped a hand over Charles’s mouth and dragged him away before he could utter a word.

The gym finally quieted. Amelia dropped onto a bench. “You really are shameless.”

Daniel flopped down beside her, the scent of sweat and adrenaline thick around him. “Didn’t do me much good when I had pride. You don’t really like Charles, do you? So who is it? Come on, spill.”

It was a strange thing—almost ex-husband and wife, sitting together, trading confessions about their love lives.

But Daniel was uncharacteristically calm, so Amelia matched him. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is you sign the papers soon. There’s no need for this to drag out in court.”

Daniel gave a crooked, insincere smile. “Doesn’t matter? We’ve been married, after all. I need to know who’s taking over before I can let you go.”

Amelia’s eyes narrowed, picking up on his tone. “So what—you’ll only agree to the divorce if you’re sure there’s someone ready to take me off your hands?”