Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 149

Daniel ducked into the cloakroom and quickly changed his clothes. When he reappeared, he called out, “Are you sure you’ve packed everything? Didn’t forget anything?”

Even if they had forgotten something, Amelia figured it must not be important. “Nope, got it all,” she replied.

“You’re sure?” Daniel slung a black coat over his arm. Now that he’d swapped out his pajamas, the lazy air about him vanished, replaced by a sharp, aristocratic charm as he strode over. “You forgot something important.”

Amelia blurted out before thinking, “What?”

“Your husband.”

Of course. She should have seen that one coming. She’d fallen for this line more times than she cared to admit, but Daniel always found a new twist.

Without missing a beat, she turned away, slipped on her shoes, and pulled open the door. A warm palm pressed gently over her hand.

“Really not taking your husband with you? I’m great company, I make good money, and if you need anything, I’m available for all-night support. You sure you want to pass up a deal like that?”

Amelia pushed down on the handle, unmoved. “Nope. Leaving you here.”

If he wasn’t hers, she didn’t want him. Let someone else deal with him.

Daniel hadn’t shown up that morning because he was running a high fever the night before and just couldn’t make it. Now that he was feeling better, he had a business lunch lined up with the CEO of an overseas partner company to discuss work.

At least Amelia was willing to come home for a few books instead of sulking at that miserable place she called her base. That was a start. Maybe, after a while, she’d get over her anger and come back for good. He didn’t want to push too hard and risk driving her away; after locking her up at home for a whole day last time, she’d probably cursed him out for a week.

Despite all this, he couldn’t help himself. As they stepped out of the elevator, he offered, “Want me to give you a ride?”

Amelia made a beeline for her own car. The passenger seat in Daniel’s had once belonged to Violet—not that she’d ever forget that. “Not a chance. That car’s filthy.”

Truth be told, Amelia wasn’t keen on going. The new library had been funded by Daniel in Violet’s name, and just thinking about it made her stomach turn—but she didn’t have a choice.

Her instincts were right.

From a distance, she could already see the gleaming metal letters mounted on the library: Violet Archives.

Not only had Daniel donated the building, he’d named it after her, too.

The new records office was on the fourth floor. Amelia and Emily took the elevator up, and just as they were about to knock, laughter floated out—a woman’s flirtatious giggle mingled with a man’s lewd teasing.

The two women exchanged a look and quickly backed away, but Emily accidentally bumped a tall trash can, sending it rattling across the floor. Voices inside went quiet, and then someone called out, “Who’s out there?”