Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 400

The frenzy around Amelia and Daniel showed no signs of cooling off; their combined star power even sent the press conference’s popularity soaring.

They’d booked a hotel ballroom that spanned nearly 17,000 square feet, easily big enough for 1,200 guests. They’d been sure it would be plenty. Instead, the place was packed to the rafters. Only the VIP seats up front and the media zone had any breathing room; the rest of the hall was a sea of bodies, and people just kept pouring in through the entrance.

Most weren’t even there for the project itself—they’d come for “Danelia,” the ship name that had taken the internet by storm. These shippers were intense, wielding camera gear more advanced than the official press photographers, snapping away as if their lives depended on it.

Some were even livestreaming the whole event. The viewership numbers shot up by the second, and the live chat was flooded with fans hollering about how this was better than the holidays.

The event coordinator was practically tearing out her hair, muttering, “If I’d known, I would’ve booked their biggest ballroom—the one that fits two thousand!”

The director poked his head out from behind the curtains, surveying the crowd. “With this turnout, even two thousand spots wouldn’t be enough.”

But he just grinned, unfazed. “No worries—it’s good for business when things get a little crowded. The buzz will be off the charts.”

Amelia, ever the pragmatist, leaned in to the coordinator. “Our main concern is safety. With this many people, we can’t afford a single incident.”

The coordinator nodded quickly and hurried off to call for more security.

While everyone else was worrying and rushing around behind the scenes, Daniel seemed almost comically relaxed.

Mr. Campbell was slouched on a sofa, one hand propping up his head, the other idly scrolling through his phone. Who knew what he was so absorbed in.

Amelia, meticulously double-checking the agenda, walked over to go through it with him. She glanced at his phone and realized he’d been looking at pictures of the two of them together.

She couldn’t fathom what was so fascinating—he kept scrolling back and forth through the same few photos.

With a smack, Amelia dropped the schedule binder onto his hand. “Pay attention. Don’t go embarrassing yourself out there.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow at her.

Everyone else was preoccupied with their own tasks, so no one noticed her brazen tone. Small wonder Amelia felt free to be so blunt.

Daniel just smiled, turning the binder so it faced him properly. “Alright, whatever you say, darling.”

Amelia bristled. “Cut it out. Don’t call me that.”

Amelia expected a big crowd, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the wall of people waiting when she finally stepped out from backstage.

She wasn’t used to this kind of fan hysteria—she wasn’t a celebrity, after all—and for a moment, she just froze, overwhelmed and blinded by the lights.

Suddenly, a strong, steady hand settled at the small of her back. Another hand shielded her eyes from the glare, blocking out the harshest of the flashes.

The hand pressed gently, guiding her forward.

“Don’t be nervous. Just stick with me,” Daniel’s calm voice murmured in her ear.

Like a boat finding its anchor, Amelia steadied herself, and slowly opened her eyes.