Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 362

“Ah—! Cough, cough!”

The moment Violet opened her mouth to shout, she choked on water, hacking violently.

Rivulets streamed down her hair and dripped onto the floor. She lifted her stunned gaze and found herself staring straight at Amelia.

“Amelia, are you out of your mind? You—cough—how dare you throw water at me!”

Amelia’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Oh, I can do a lot more than that.”

With that, she stepped forward and shoved the bucket down over Violet’s head. Then she slapped the side of the bucket, making Violet’s ears ring so hard her whole skull buzzed.

“Let me remind you: whether Ruby loses a single hair, or I do, I’ll hold you responsible—every single time.”

Amelia kept slapping, one blow after another, until Violet lost her footing and crashed to the wet floor. She sprawled in the puddle, too dizzy and disoriented to get up.

Finally, when her anger had cooled a bit, Amelia turned to go—only for someone to appear beside her, holding out another bucket brimming with water.

Amelia blinked in surprise. It was the waitress who’d bumped into her earlier.

The waitress didn’t say a word, just nudged the bucket forward, making her intention clear: go on, give her another round.

Amelia nodded, took the bucket, and dumped it all over Violet without hesitation.

Violet was already dazed, and now the fresh cascade of icy water sent a painful chill straight through her bones. Her clothes clung to her, soaked, and she shivered uncontrollably.

It took her several moments to catch her breath and muster enough strength to sit up, yanking the bucket off her head.

Amelia was nowhere to be seen now; only the diligent waitress remained, mopping the puddle with professional focus.

“Violet!”

Mogan rushed over and found her sitting in the middle of a watery mess, her face as pale as a sheet. “What happened?”

Still trembling from the cold, Violet tried to gather herself as Mogan hurried to wrap his suit jacket around her shoulders. She took a shaky breath, her eyes red with anger and humiliation. “It was Amelia… She threw water on me—she hit me, too.”

Mogan’s jaw clenched. He looked up at the waitress. “Where’s the person who did this?”

When the door opened, Amelia appeared, having swapped her mist-blue gown for a blush pink one—an entirely different look, but just as striking.

“Let’s go,” Robert said.

He’d barely finished speaking when a low voice cut in behind them. “Stop right there.”

Mogan strode over, Violet in tow, her eyes swollen and red. His face was thunderous. “Amelia, why did you drench Violet and hit her? I want an explanation.”

Amelia put on her best innocent face—eerily reminiscent of Violet’s earlier performance. She even mimicked her words: “Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mogan’s jaw tightened, a vein pulsing at his temple. “Don’t push your luck, Amelia. Violet’s been patient long enough. What more do you want?”

Amelia’s response was a single, dismissive, “Okay.”

Mogan took a threatening step forward, but Robert moved quickly, stepping between them. “Real gentlemen don’t hit women.”

A man’s voice sounded from nearby, low but cutting through the tension. “Well, isn’t this lively? Looks like everyone’s come to join the circus.”