Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 274

The restaurant’s layout was bizarre, a real labyrinth with narrow hallways and glass partitions. Amelia had to weave through turns and dead ends before she finally found the right private room—marked “The Oak Room” in a gold script.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, a hand landed over hers, catching her off guard. She jerked back as if shocked, the scent of cool pine and lingering whiskey hitting her nose a split second before she saw Daniel’s face.

She didn’t know what possessed her—her mouth worked faster than her brain.

“So it’s not gastritis, you’re just trying to drink yourself to death?”

Daniel’s gaze dropped, lingering on her lips. She wasn’t wearing heavy lipstick, just a touch of gloss, clear and dewy like morning dew on young spring leaves.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “You’re so concerned about me. Starting to fall for me, huh?”

“Are you insane?”

Amelia swore and tried to wrench the door handle free, but her hand inevitably brushed his. His fingertips were warm—almost burning. She tugged again, grimacing, not wanting to touch him, so she pulled back, then tried again, back and forth, like a kitten batting at a ball of yarn.

Daniel found it endearing.

But the kitten’s patience wore thin fast. She glared at him. “Let go of the door.”

“Say ‘darling’ and I’ll let go,” Daniel replied, amused.

She lifted her foot, ready to kick him, but before she could, the doorknob rattled—someone inside was about to come out. Instinctively, Amelia grabbed Daniel’s hand and darted with him into the dim, narrow service stairwell.

It was cramped and shadowy, but at least they were alone. Daniel grinned, one brow raised. “This feels a bit like a lovers’ secret rendezvous, don’t you think?”

He was all set to tease her, but halfway through, realization dawned. “Wait—is this because you don’t want your friends to see me? Am I that embarrassing?”

Amelia scoffed, “Would you show off something you were planning to throw away?”

Daniel let out a snort of laughter, both exasperated and amused. He reached out and squished her cheeks together. “So I’m just…stuff to you?”

“You’re not even stuff.”

Ruby had once hurled those exact words at him. Annoyed, he ruffled Amelia’s hair, making a mess of her careful style. “Like mother, like daughter. Ruby must’ve learned that sharp tongue from you.”

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