Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 275

His lazy, indifferent attitude finally pushed Amelia over the edge. She gave him a sudden shove, catching him completely off guard. He stumbled straight into the metal railing, which rang out with a loud clang, and the impact clearly wasn’t gentle.

Daniel sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Amelia, are you trying to kill your own husband?”

Amelia ignored him, pushed open the fire exit, and marched out without a backward glance.

By the time she reached the private dining room, Amelia found herself staring at a table full of delicious food with absolutely no appetite. Any trace of a good mood had been chewed up and spat out by that jerk—how could she possibly eat?

Robert glanced at her a few times, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he stayed quiet.

Halfway through dinner, Amelia’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, and her face darkened by half a shade.

It was a photo from a certain someone—just a shot of a man’s lean waist, the outline of his abs barely visible. There was a nasty bruise on his lower back, the dark mark standing out starkly against his pale skin.

[It hurts so much. Amelia, you owe me compensation.]

Compensation, my foot.

Expressionless, Amelia locked her phone and tossed it into her purse. Out of the corner of his eye, Robert caught a glimpse of the message and quietly asked, “Does he do that often?”

Amelia felt more than a little awkward. The whole incident with her soon-to-be ex-husband forcing a kiss on her was infuriating and embarrassing enough to remember, let alone explain to someone else.

“...No, he usually keeps his craziness within limits. He rarely goes this far.”

Robert hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I hope you’ll reconsider what I proposed.”

Amelia’s hand, resting on her lap, curled subconsciously. “There’s a saying—‘Don’t do to others what you wouldn’t want done to yourself.’ I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t want to use feelings to hurt someone else in return.”

Robert smiled gently. “I once read something else: ‘Only those who aren’t afraid of being hurt can find true happiness.’”

Amelia turned her head to look at him. In some ways, she genuinely admired Robert. He carried a quiet, fearless strength—one that let him speak honestly, go after what he wanted, and move forward with unwavering confidence. Just as he said, he wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, so every step he took was steady and unafraid.

She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she were still that way.

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