Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 232

Finley hurried over, trying much too hard to look casual as he positioned himself in front of the window. He forced a laugh and blurted out, “Daniel, you’ve gotten even more handsome lately.”

Daniel shot him a sidelong look. “If you don’t know what to say, don’t force it.”

Finley didn’t want to force conversation either, but he had no choice. With his back to the window and his elbows braced against the frame, he blocked the view of the apple blossoms outside, continuing his awkward laugh. Then, thinking as little as always, he blurted out, “So, how are things going with your wife these days?”

The instant the words left his mouth, regret hit him. He cursed himself for his big mouth.

As expected, Daniel’s already gloomy expression darkened further, like storm clouds gathering. “How could things be? She was in the wrong this time. If she’s wrong, she should admit it. She needs to apologize to me.”

Finley’s curiosity got the better of him. “What exactly did she do to upset you?”

Daniel fell silent.

No matter how shameless he could be, some things were better kept to himself.

Some humiliations were best left unshared.

Finley hesitated, then asked, “But what if she refuses to apologize? She’s downstairs having dinner with someone right now, and I don’t see her coming up to make amends.”

Daniel gave a cold snort. “If she won’t apologize, I won’t forgive her. I’ll give her the cold shoulder for the rest of her life.”

He sounded tired of the topic, irritation creeping into his voice. “Are you done? If so, get out of the way. Don’t block the flowers.”

Finley laced his fingers and pressed them to his lips, pretending to zip them shut, but didn’t move an inch.

At that moment, the private dining room door opened and a server entered with a tray of food.

Daniel turned away, and Finley, thinking he’d finally lost interest in the view outside, breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

But just as he relaxed, Daniel finished wiping his hands with a napkin and suddenly stood up, heading straight to the window. He reached out and plucked a sprig of apple blossoms from outside.

Beside the little brook, an array of elegant dishes was set out one after another.

Robert methodically pulled on a pair of disposable gloves, preparing to pick the crab meat out for her.

Amelia stopped him. “You eat, I can manage on my own.”

Robert, ever composed, replied, “You never stopped me from peeling shrimp for you in the past. Why so formal now?”

He’d been dropping double meanings all night, and Amelia couldn’t resist correcting him. “That was for Ruby, not me.”

“Doesn’t make a difference.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cold, slender hand reached right between them and took the plate of crab away.

Robert looked up in confusion, meeting the icy gaze of the man standing over them.