Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 49

She grew even more irritated as she spoke, and kicked him squarely in the shin.

“Ow—!”

Daniel bent down, rubbing his leg. Amelia stepped into the closing elevator without sparing him so much as a backward glance. Then she was gone.

He couldn’t help but laugh, despite his annoyance. What a little brat—she hadn’t held back in the slightest.

It wasn’t until Amelia reached her car outside the hospital that she remembered: she’d forgotten to get the divorce papers from him.

The plan had been simple—pick up the agreement, talk things through, and be done with it. Instead, the whole afternoon had unraveled into chaos, and not a single thing had been accomplished.

Whatever. She’d just get in touch with him tomorrow.

But before Amelia could even reach out, Daniel showed up on his own.

At eight the next morning, she pushed open Mr. Boris Turner’s hospital room door and found Daniel sitting by the bed, one leg crossed over the other. He looked perfectly at home, chatting with her father about international affairs, as if he’d been there a while.

Boris, a man of routine who rose with the sun, was still a little dazed—Daniel had arrived even earlier than the nurses, catching him off guard.

Daniel had insisted on bringing him breakfast, chatted with him through the meal, and generally made such a show of helpfulness that Boris felt awkward shooing him away.

Amelia walked in, ignoring Daniel completely, and started gathering her father’s things. “Dad, double-check to make sure you haven’t left anything behind. I’m going to get the discharge paperwork.”

Daniel, determined not to be overlooked, leaned in and waved a hand in front of her face. “Hello? Am I invisible?”

Amelia treated him exactly as if he were, finished packing, and headed off to the nurses’ station for the forms.

When she returned, Daniel already had her father’s bags in hand. “Let’s go. I’ve arranged a car.”

Amelia stared at him in silence.

Amelia turned to leave without a word.

Daniel followed after her, grumbling, “You little rascal—after you kicked me yesterday, I’ve got a bruise the size of a grapefruit. Not even an apology. And now you’re acting like I don’t exist! What did you eat for breakfast, a bowl of heartless soup?”

Daniel always had something to say—so much for that cold, detached image he tried to maintain.

Amelia pressed the elevator button. “If you don’t like it, why don’t you go find your sweet, gentle high school sweetheart? I’m sure she’d love your company.”

Daniel slid into the elevator after her, reaching out to poke her cheek. “Are you jealous?”

“I’d sooner bite a lemon than get jealous over you.” She shot him a glare, noticing he wasn’t pressing a floor button—clearly intent on following her. “Seriously, go find your ex. Leave me alone.”

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. Amelia stepped out, but Daniel caught her hand, his gaze fixed on her pale face. His voice, deep and warm, was the same coaxing tone that used to make her heart melt.

“Amelia, stop it. We’re not getting a divorce.”