Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 294

Sophia had ordered a whole table’s worth of drinks. Every time she cursed, she’d down another glass. She’d just finished venting and seemed like she wouldn’t cry anymore, but then something struck her and she wailed all over again. “It’s all that bastard’s fault! I forgot to bring the wine from my restaurant—I paid for it myself! My poor money!”

Amelia’s head throbbed. “Stop crying. I’ll buy you ten bottles to make up for it.”

“I’m not worth it!” Sophia declared dramatically. “I’ll be your servant for life to atone for my sins!”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Alright, my dear servant, can you stop wailing? My head’s about to split open.”

Sophia hiccupped, sniffling. “I just got my period.”

“What?”

“My period got scared away—I think I’m going into menopause!” Sophia lost it all over again, reduced to a puddle of tears and self-pity.

Amelia just stared at her, numb, and slid further down the bench, rubbing her temples in defeat.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the table.

“With a mouth like that, you deserve menopause,” came a dry voice.

Zachary shot Daniel a look. “Mr. Campbell, we haven’t even had kids yet.”

Daniel snorted. “Kids? At this rate, you’ll be lucky to have grandkids. She’ll beat you into a toddler before you know it.”

Zachary fell silent.

Amelia looked up at the two tall men. “Are you going to leave on your own, or do I need to call security?”

Zachary said, “I’m here to pick up Sophia.”

Amelia didn’t bother with courtesy. “Then get lost.”

Daniel interjected, “They’re married—”

“And you can get out, too,” Amelia cut him off.

Daniel was unfazed, having long ago grown immune to such barbs. “You talk like you own the place. This isn’t your bar.”

Amelia caught on—guys like Daniel probably owned half the city. For all she knew, he had a stake in this bar, too.

She grabbed both their bags, hoisted Sophia’s hand—still reaching for her wine glass—over her shoulder, and announced, “We’re leaving. The trash can take itself out.”

Daniel gave him a look that said, Really? Good luck ever getting married.

With a cocky flourish, Daniel loosened his tie, adopting the air of a smug instructor. He grabbed Amelia’s bag. “You really think you can drive with her in that state? That’s suicidal.”

“I’ll call a driver,” Amelia replied.

Daniel gestured around at the deserted street. “At this hour? In this neighborhood? Good luck finding one.”

“Mind your own business. I’ll handle it.”

“Why struggle? You’ve got free labor standing right here.”

Ignoring him, Amelia reached into her bag for her phone, supporting Sophia with one arm as she dialed.

Daniel frowned, a bad feeling creeping in.

He was right to worry.

Five minutes later, Robert pulled up, arriving even faster than any rideshare.