Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 391

The producer turned to Daniel. “Mr. Campbell, do you mind wearing your own clothes on camera?”

The makeup artist was busy working on him, clearly excited—who wouldn’t be, with a man this outrageously handsome in her chair? Her brushes danced over his face, and anywhere she could justify lingering, she did.

Daniel glanced sideways, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “If Chief Amelia is fine with it, I’m fine with it. After all, we are a couple—at least for today.”

His words had a hint of mischief, but everyone took it as a reference to their roles for the shoot and didn’t read too much into it. All eyes turned hopefully toward Amelia.

Amelia couldn’t quite pinpoint what made her uneasy—she just was. It felt a little like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s snare, but unable to wriggle free. She nodded. “That’s fine.”

The photoshoot itself was easier than Amelia expected. The photographer was experienced, guiding their poses so naturally that nothing felt forced.

As they wrapped up, the photographer glanced at the clock, reluctant to stop. “That went smoother than I’d hoped. We still have time—let’s shoot some video for a promo. With the right edits, it’ll look fantastic.”

Amelia never fussed about work. “Alright.”

The promo required a bigger space, so they moved to another studio. While the crew set up, the photographer explained the scene: Daniel, on a trip, filming the gorgeous landscape with a drone; Amelia accidentally wanders into frame, glances back, and smiles—a dazzling, once-in-a-lifetime smile that makes the world stop.

Amelia eyed the fake backdrop—a huge stretch of green fabric that would later be swapped out for mountain vistas on a computer. She got the gist.

It all sounded simple—except for the part where she had to turn around and give Daniel that radiant, fate-sealed smile the photographer wanted.

By the eighth take, Amelia felt like screaming, “I simply can’t do it!”

The photographer, hunched over the monitor, was growing frazzled. His hair, perfectly styled that morning, now stuck out every which way.

Daniel’s eyes caught the light, turning a warm, soft brown, shining with a gentle, affectionate glow.

The light wrapped around him, golden and molten, pulling invisible threads between them.

With eyes like that, ten seconds and you’d falter; twenty and your heart would be lost—even a nun would be tempted to break her vows.

Amelia looked down, drawing in a shallow breath.

“We’re supposed to be making eye contact,” Daniel said softly, lifting her chin with his hand. “Why won’t you look at me?”