Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 213

Finley scratched his head, muttering to himself—getting Daniel to meet anyone, let alone someone “heaven-sent,” was asking for the impossible.

But for the sake of dragging his friend out of this emotional dead end, Finley gritted his teeth and gave in. “Fine. I’ll track down an angel, call in a saint, even summon the Virgin Mary from the nearest church if I have to. Happy now?”

Daniel didn’t say yes or no—just hung up.

Fuming, Finley cursed at the phone, “Serves you right your wife left! Who the hell could put up with that attitude?”

Still, grumbling didn’t stop him from putting together the group dinner, sorting through potential “angels” to help his buddy out.

Daniel had no intention of going to some matchmaking dinner. The truth was, today’s workload had been unusually light—he finished everything before seven.

After his workout, he checked the time: barely eight o’clock.

Meanwhile, the guys in their group chat were pinging him nonstop, acting like lunatics.

Daniel ignored his phone and stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, overlooking Silkwood’s neon-lit skyline. Thousands of lights shimmered across the city, but none of them were the one he hoped for.

That’s the thing—when you’re busy, you don’t have time to think. But the minute things go quiet, your mind drifts where you don’t want it to go.

He suddenly craved a drink. Alcohol wasn’t exactly the answer, but it helped him sleep—especially someone like him, who barely slept at all.

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Downstairs, the lounge’s resident singer crooned a mellow folk tune.

Ruby, full after her fries and pork cutlet, darted outside and leaned over the glass banister, peering down at the singer below. She couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, but she still pretended to hum along, adorable in her efforts.

Sophia eyed the pile of green onions Ruby had picked out of her food. “Ruby doesn’t eat onions? Who does she take after—her dad?”

He wasn’t around, but he still came up now and then. Amelia changed the subject. “Has Zachary left the airport yet?”

Just as she turned to leave, a loud thud echoed behind her—something, or someone, had hit the wall.

Her mind filled in the blanks: the guy had probably pinned the woman against the wall, all steamy and dramatic. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to walk in on it. She didn’t need the bathroom that badly.

She started to walk away.

But footsteps rushed up behind her. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped around her wrist, the grip so tight she nearly cried out.

Annoyed, Amelia spun around—only to be caught off guard by a pair of deep, smoldering eyes.

Their gazes locked.

For a split second, her mind went utterly blank.

Then, all at once, it was as if a dam burst—memories roared back, and the man’s striking face merged perfectly with the past she’d tried so hard to bury.