Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 229

A line of invisible question marks floated above Amelia’s head.

She could understand having to apologize—she’d rear-ended his precious car and wasted his time. But *comfort him*? What was that supposed to mean? Was she supposed to pat him on the head like a child and coo, “Sorry for bumping your toy car, don’t be sad”?

Just picturing that gave her goosebumps up and down her arm.

When she stayed silent, Daniel gave her a look that was halfway between brooding and petulant. “You messed up. Is it really so much to ask that you make it up to me?”

It took Amelia a moment to realize he wasn’t even talking about the car anymore. She looked up and met his eyes, dark with resentment.

The accident was just an excuse—what he really wanted was to vent.

“What are you actually trying to say?” Maybe three years apart had made them strangers again. Amelia found she couldn’t read him at all.

Daniel jabbed a finger at her forehead, not once but over and over, venting his frustration with each poke.

“You tell me. You betrayed me—you broke my trust, broke the law, broke every rule. You’re heartless, faithless, completely without morals. An absolute villain. If this were the Middle Ages, you’d be thrown in the stocks and left for the whole town to jeer at you!”

Amelia just stared at him.

She’d braced herself for Daniel to be furious, to lose his mind, maybe even do something reckless. She’d been ready for all of that. But this?

This—this strange mix of bitterness and accusation, laced with some unspoken “I could maybe forgive you”—had never crossed her mind.

She wasn’t sure if she was more stunned or just plain confused.

Had he lost his mind?

As his finger prodded her, she instinctively leaned back, but Daniel only reached out and caught her by the back of the neck, pulling her forward again. After getting that off his chest, he seemed almost lighter, his anger dissipating. “Cat got your tongue because you know you’re guilty?”

He gave a short, cold laugh. “At least you realize you screwed up. Means there might be hope for you yet.”

Amelia blinked slowly, then—almost on autopilot—raised her hand to touch his forehead, half expecting to find he was running a fever.

He was planning to accept Ruby?

It was harder to wrap her head around than if she’d just watched Superman do a tap dance in her living room. For several seconds, she couldn’t even react.

Had he gone completely mad?

He should be furious that she’d cheated on him, but instead he was just…accepting it? Saying, “Fine, I’ll wear the hat, it keeps me warm”?

The world suddenly felt upside down, spinning in a way she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

The car was silent—so silent it felt unnatural.

To Daniel, the silence was laced with sarcasm. He looked away, face stiff, his voice gruff. “Not that I’m just going to agree to it. You still have to make it up to me. Apologize. When I forgive you—then we’ll talk.”

Amelia sat there, letting Daniel’s words echo in her mind, and realized that beyond shock and disbelief, she couldn’t even find the words for what she was feeling.