Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 364

Splash—

Filthy water came crashing down. Amelia reacted fast, springing onto the toilet just in time to avoid most of it, but her skirt and calves still weren’t spared from the spray.

Murky droplets clung to her pale legs, like some foul stain.

The bucket hadn’t been pulled back yet. Balanced on the toilet, Amelia could just reach it; she slapped it away with a sharp smack. There was an outraged shriek from the woman outside, followed by the heavy thud of the plastic bucket hitting the floor.

Steadying herself against the wall, Amelia climbed back down and yanked hard at the door. It didn’t budge.

Her phone was tucked away in her purse—impossible to call for help.

She hesitated barely two seconds, then made up her mind. Raising her foot, she kicked the door with all her strength.

Bang—bang—

She didn’t hold back. Luckily, the door was flimsier than she’d thought; after a few solid kicks, it burst open.

Hiking up her sodden skirt, Amelia dashed out, making a beeline for the exit.

Violet hadn’t expected Amelia to get free so quickly. She stared, stricken, as if she’d seen a ghost.

Most of the guests had already left the gala; the corridors were nearly empty. In her panic, Violet stumbled, her heels slipping on the polished floor, and she crashed to the ground.

Amelia caught up, seized her by the hair, and dragged her back toward the ladies’ room.

“Help—!”

Violet barely got the word out before Amelia clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her with a sharp squeeze.

Violet flailed helplessly—she was no match for Amelia’s strength. Her struggles were useless as Amelia hauled her into the restroom.

Amelia slammed the door behind them, kicking the “Out of Order” sign out into the hallway.

Violet screamed in terror. “Amelia, don’t you dare! I’ll—”

Amelia cut her off, slamming Violet’s head down against the sink. “Want to play games? Fine. Let’s settle all our old scores right now.”

She cranked open the faucet, water gushing out. Realizing what Amelia intended, Violet thrashed wildly.

But it was no use. Amelia pinned her in place, grip unyielding. Violet couldn’t break free—her cries were cut short as Amelia shoved her head straight into the basin, now overflowing with water.

Shaking the water from her fingers, Amelia strode from the bathroom.

The moment she stepped out, she found herself face-to-face with a pair of deep, enigmatic eyes.

Daniel looked like he’d just been passing by. His gaze flickered with intrigue as he took in her sweat-damp hair, her quick, shallow breaths, the dirty hem of her dress. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a knowing smile.

Before Amelia could say a word, Daniel grabbed her hand and started running.

“What are you—?” Her mind spun, but he just kept pulling her along, not slowing for a second.

“Logan’s coming.”

Amelia’s eyes widened in alarm.

Suddenly, she kicked into high gear, nearly yanking Daniel off balance.

“Coward,” he chuckled under his breath, matching her pace as they sprinted together.

Daniel didn’t take her out the main entrance, but slipped through the side door of the ballroom. A few stragglers glanced over, catching sight of the striking pair—Amelia’s blush pink dress fluttering past Daniel’s black suit pants, their hands interlocked as they ran, the skirt brushing against his trousers, separating and meeting again with every stride.