Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 312

It took Daniel less than a second to shift from his usual polished charm to something cold and venomous. Narrowing his eyes, he sneered, “Not afraid of getting yourself killed, are you?”

Amelia hadn’t expected Robert to come upstairs—she’d told him to wait for her in the lobby. Not wanting trouble, she grabbed Robert’s sleeve and pulled him toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

The door slammed behind them with a thunderous bang. Out of the corner of her eye, Amelia saw Daniel following, stepping into the elevator with them.

The mirrored walls of the elevator reflected all three of them—their tense, awkward triangle on full display. Both men’s gazes were fixed on her, making her skin prickle. She forced herself to act like she didn’t notice, even as the atmosphere pressed down on her.

Thankfully, the elevator shot downward at breakneck speed. Before the doors had even fully parted, Amelia bolted out, desperate for air.

God, that was suffocating.

Behind her, Daniel’s voice rang out, low and cutting. “Drop the act. I know there’s nothing between you two.”

Robert turned, unsure how much Daniel actually knew. He kept his tone even. “There’s nothing now. Doesn’t mean there won’t be.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed with danger. “So you’re really going to play the homewrecker? Guess you left your morals at the door.”

Robert just smiled. “From what I hear, if it weren’t for Mr. Campbell’s endless interference, you two would have divorced already. The real issue isn’t with us—it’s with you.”

Us?

A hot surge of anger shot through Daniel’s chest. The overhead lights cast harsh shadows across his face. “If you’re waiting for us to split, let me be perfectly clear: you’ll die waiting. Amelia and I will still be together, hand in hand. We are never getting divorced.”

Amelia realized Robert wasn’t following and turned to call him back.

Robert tossed one last remark over his shoulder. “Mr. Campbell, you can force a relationship, but it’ll never be sweet. Why bother?”

Maybe it wouldn’t be sweet, Daniel thought, but at least it would quench his thirst. He didn’t care if it tasted good—he just wanted a bite.

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