Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 353

The moment Amelia sat down, two men dropped into the seats on either side of her—one on the left, one on the right.

She said nothing.

Wedged between them like the filling of a sandwich, Amelia found herself flanked by men.

A few varieties of shrimp soon arrived at the table. Daniel calmly slipped on a pair of gloves, asking offhandedly, “Mr. Rubin, do you drink?”

Robert pulled on his own gloves, replying, “Not much, but if Mr. Campbell’s in the mood, I can keep up.”

Drinking wasn’t the point—Amelia knew this was just an excuse for a showdown. She leaned toward Robert and whispered, “Don’t try to keep up with him. His tolerance is off the charts.”

Even at a whisper, Daniel’s ears picked it up. He peeled off his right glove, placed his broad hand atop her head, and gently turned her to face him. “You’re talking to the wrong side—your husband’s over here.”

“Not for much longer,” Amelia replied under her breath.

Daniel clenched his teeth in irritation. The server entered with more dishes, and Daniel ordered two bottles of whiskey with the highest proof on the menu.

Amelia frowned. “You can handle it, he can’t. You both have work tomorrow—don’t mess that up.”

The more she tried to shield Robert, the more Daniel’s annoyance simmered. He wanted nothing more than to dunk Robert’s head in the soup pot and cook him up with the shrimp. But outwardly, he kept his tone light. “Come on, it’s just a couple drinks. We’re not doing shots or anything. Mr. Rubin already said he’s game, and when a man says he’s up for something, that’s that.”

“Isn’t that right, Mr. Rubin?”

Robert wasn’t about to back down. “Then tonight, I’ll drink with you, Mr. Campbell.”

Amelia tried to interject, but Daniel cut her off, tipping a heap of shelled shrimp into her bowl. “There, eat up. I bet you’ve been skipping meals again. You’ve lost weight.”

This “battle” started with a bowl of shrimp and escalated quickly to a drinking contest.

Robert’s cheeks were flushed, but he stayed modest. “Not as good as you, Mr. Campbell.”

Daniel raised his glass, fixing Robert with a hard look. “If you know you can’t beat me, why not just admit defeat?”

He clinked his glass to Robert’s, knocked back his drink in one go, and flipped the empty glass upside down on the table.

Robert’s pride wouldn’t let him back down. He stiffened his neck and drained his glass. “Ever heard this saying?” he asked, voice slightly slurred.

“What saying?”

Robert was dizzy, but his words still cut sharp. “In love, the one who isn’t loved is always the third wheel.”

The blow landed—Daniel was gutted, and this time, he couldn’t hide it.