Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 233

“The crab looks pretty good. Mind if I join you?”

Amelia froze for a split second at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. She looked up and, of course, there was Daniel.

Why was he everywhere she went?

“I do mind,” she replied, pulling the plate of crab closer. “I’m not sharing my table.”

Daniel seemed completely unbothered, living in a world of his own. At the four-top, he slid right into the chair beside her. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be rude and turn down your hospitality.”

For a moment, Amelia genuinely considered dumping the crab in his lap.

“Don’t even think about it,” Daniel said calmly, slipping on a pair of disposable gloves. “This stuff’s expensive. No need to waste good food.”

Amelia truly didn’t get it. After everything that had happened between them, why was he still pretending they were on good terms? She glanced over and saw him already picking up the crab scissors, snipping away at the legs.

He clearly wasn’t shelling it for himself—Daniel hated onions, couldn’t even stand the smell, and he always positioned himself as far from any onion dishes as possible.

Robert, who’d been watching Daniel’s slow, deliberate movements, finally asked, “Amelia, this is…?”

Before she could answer, Daniel cut in, “Her husband.”

Amelia kicked him under the table and corrected, “Ex-husband. Or will be soon.”

Daniel glanced at the leg she’d kicked, then leaned in as if sharing a secret—except he made no effort to lower his voice. “Hey, we’re in public. Save the flirting for when we’re home.”

“...”

When it came to infuriating her, Daniel had his own unique style. Amelia clenched her free hand into a tight fist. “Are you so desperate for a place to eat? Did the Campbell family go bankrupt and now you need to crash our table? Can you not just leave?”

Three questions, each more pointed than the last. Daniel swallowed his annoyance. “Our table”? Since when was she and Robert “we”? He was her husband, for God’s sake!

Daniel was irritated but kept his easy smile; with someone else at the table, he wouldn’t give an inch.

“Don’t worry about tiring out the driver,” Daniel replied, all charm. “He’s paid a high salary. If I don’t let him work, he’ll feel guilty.”

The driver, catching on instantly, sprang into action. “This way, sir,” he said, holding the door open for Robert.

Robert glanced at Amelia. “Guess I’ll head out, then.”

He slid into the car, then looked back. “See you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? Since when was there a tomorrow?

Daniel was teetering on the edge. As soon as the car pulled away, he grabbed Amelia’s arm.

“Who is he? How long have you known him? What’s your relationship? Is he the guy you’ve been thinking about all this time…? Say something, Amelia!”

She shook off his hand and kept walking, tossing four cold words over her shoulder: “None of your business.”