Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 339

When Morgan arrived, the living room was already a disaster zone. Amelia stood in the middle of the wreckage, wild-eyed and clearly gearing up to move on to the kitchen—after all, nothing beats the satisfying crash of plates and pans.

Violet stood frozen amid the chaos, her face ghostly pale, as if she’d been scared speechless.

Morgan’s first instinct was to check her for injuries. Relieved to see her unharmed, his attention snapped to the clatter and crashes now echoing from the kitchen.

He rushed in just in time to see Amelia slam a dish into the dishwasher. The moment she spotted him, she yanked a chef’s knife from the block and jabbed it toward him.

“I’ve got eyes, but this knife doesn’t. Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

Morgan’s expression darkened. “You’re supposed to be a society lady, Amelia. Storming into someone else’s house and smashing it up like some street thug—aren’t you worried about your reputation?”

Amelia let out a mocking laugh. “Did fixing Violet’s leg mess up her brain? Or did you lose yours too? This is Daniel’s house, isn’t it? So who’s the outsider here? It’s you two.”

She punctuated her words by grabbing a bone china plate and hurling it at his feet. Shards exploded across the floor, one slashing the hem of his tailored trousers. His face darkened another shade.

“Amelia, you smash one more thing and see what happens!”

Amelia lifted the knife a little higher, unwavering. “Go ahead. Make a move. The Campbell family’s got my back. If you’re looking to die, be my guest.”

She’d never used her family name as a shield before, never leaned on being Mrs. Campbell to throw her weight around. But right now, she had to admit—it felt good.

No, scratch that. It felt fantastic.

Morgan looked like he’d swallowed a fly. He choked for a moment, then spat out, “Unbelievable!”

He stalked out.

Amelia went right back to demolishing the kitchen, wishing she’d brought a baseball bat—something with real heft would have made this even more satisfying.

By the time Daniel arrived, the kitchen was in even worse shape than the living room.

Violet sat on a chair, red-eyed and sniffling—the sofa was a no-go, covered in glass and debris—while Morgan hovered nearby, looking shell-shocked.

The place looked, frankly, like it had survived a bombing raid.

Daniel nudged aside broken ceramic with his shoe and stepped inside, just as Amelia emerged from the kitchen. Their eyes met.

Amelia flashed him a dazzling smile. “Hey, honey! I’ve always hated the décor in this place. Since we’re going to renovate anyway, I figured I’d get a head start and save the contractors some work. Pretty thoughtful of me, right?”

Daniel: ?

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