Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 227

Daniel hadn’t reached out to her again.

Amelia figured he must be furious.

She’d disappeared for three years, only to return and drop a betrayal in his lap—no man would be able to stomach that.

She knew what she’d done was drastic, but she hadn’t had a choice. Better to rip off the bandage in one swift, brutal motion than drag things out, forcing him to discover the truth and tangle with her for a lifetime.

Let him be angry. Let him hate her. If he wanted to unleash hell, she’d grit her teeth and weather the storm.

The angrier he got, the more he’d hate her. The more he hated her, the faster he’d agree to a divorce.

In a way, wasn’t this the quickest path to freedom?

That was what she kept telling herself. Sophia, noticing Amelia staring into space, assumed she was still worried about the housekeeper situation.

“Stop overthinking it. If this one doesn’t work out, we’ll try another. We can go through a dozen if we have to—I refuse to believe there isn’t a single good one out there.”

Sophia plopped down on the sofa, biting into an apple. “But let’s be real, a good housekeeper is about as rare as a good man. They barely ever hit the open market. You know what people say—it hurts more to lose your housekeeper than your boyfriend. Finding a good one is tough.”

It was true. The whole housekeeper issue had been giving Amelia a headache. She’d tried a few, but none had worked out, and now she was stuck. Just as she was brooding about it, her phone rang. On the other end was a gentle voice.

“Ma’am, is that you?”

Even after three years, Amelia recognized her instantly. “Ashley?”

Ashley, the housekeeper from Emerald Meadows.

Ashley laughed. “I can’t believe you still remember me! I saw your name come up in the agency’s system, but I wasn’t sure it was really you, so I had to call and check. Turns out it is!”

The institute had received her file ages ago, so onboarding went smoothly. Everything was sorted by midday.

Leaving the institute, Amelia swung by the mall, wanting to pick up a thank-you gift for Ashley. Like Sophia said, good housekeepers were even harder to find than good men, and you had to hold on to them.

The drive to the mall was smooth, until the last set of lights. The car ahead of her—an expensive Maybach—suddenly slammed on the brakes. Amelia reacted fast and hit her own brakes, but not fast enough; her car tapped the rear bumper of the Maybach, causing a slight jolt.

It wasn’t a major accident—just a tiny scrape, probably only some chipped paint—but the Maybach was no ordinary car.

Amelia debated whether she should call insurance or try to settle privately. Just then, the Maybach’s back door opened and a pair of long legs in tailored suit pants stepped out.

She blinked as the man strode toward her car and tapped on her window.

Normally, she’d never roll down her window for a stranger, but she’d just rear-ended his car. She had no choice.