Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 302

Samuel just leaned back lazily and shrugged. “Ordinary women don’t even come close to the thrill that woman gives me.”

Everyone glanced at each other, uncertain. Only his closest friend seemed to catch on, his expression instantly serious. “Samuel, you can’t keep doing stupid things. There are plenty of women in this world—no need to mess with Daniel’s.”

“Plenty of women, but none of them are her.”

“Samuel!”

“What’s there to be afraid of? Don’t forget, I’m legally insane now.” Samuel noticed his friend’s darkening expression and let out a small laugh. “Relax, I’m joking, all right? Look at you, getting all worked up.”

“You better be. Your dad sacrificed his whole career to get you out. Don’t screw things up again, you hear me?”

Samuel just smiled, took a slow sip of his drink, then squinted into his glass, voice so low only he could hear, “Three years in prison, my face ruined, now I’m branded a lunatic. My father’s career down the drain for me—so why do they get to live so easily?”

His glass hit the floor with a heavy crash, shattering into jagged pieces.

…

The next morning, Amelia’s eyelid wouldn’t stop twitching.

Robert Rubin set a bottle of yogurt on her desk and watched as she rubbed her eyes. “Didn’t sleep well?”

“Stayed up late with Sophia last night,” she mumbled.

“She must be having a hard time.” Robert sat across from her, his tone gentle. “By the way, what’s Daniel saying about all this?”

At the mention of that jerk, Amelia’s pretty face fell. “Don’t even bring him up. Not only is he being uncooperative, he’s deliberately making things worse—like I’m not stressed out enough already.”

He’d actually hired Zachary as his lawyer, as if he was determined to make this as messy as possible.

Robert frowned. “Even now, he still won’t sign the divorce papers?”

Exactly. Even after everything, he still refused. Did he secretly enjoy being humiliated?

Amelia didn’t get it—and honestly, she was past caring. She only had one goal: get divorced. How it happened didn’t matter; she just wanted it done.

Robert thought for a moment. “Maybe what’s happened so far isn’t enough.”

Who else could write something that nauseating? Daniel was unbelievable. If he couldn’t reach her by phone, he’d send flowers straight to the research institute.

His tactics for getting under her skin were endless.

On Friday, Robert left for Diamond Isle first. Amelia had dinner at home with Ruby, then caught a late train to meet him.

By the time she arrived, Robert was just finishing up work.

Diamond Isle’s Golden Sands was awash in a gentle ocean breeze, the night air tinged with romance.

Amelia had never done something this “underhanded” before and felt a bit awkward. Robert chuckled, “Don’t overthink it. As long as we know it’s not real, that’s enough.”

She pressed her lips together, then snapped a photo of their shadows on the sand under a streetlamp—just a man and a woman, standing close, the mood unmistakably intimate beneath the night sky.

She dug Daniel out of her blocked callers list, edited the photo, and posted it to Facebook. No caption, just a casual peace sign emoji.

She set the privacy so only Daniel could see it.