Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 448

Like a drowning woman latching onto driftwood, Violet’s eyes flickered with sudden hope. She scrambled out of bed to shower and wash her hair, eager to make herself presentable.

There was still a chance—still a chance to win him back.

After carefully dressing and doing her makeup, Violet emerged from her room a changed woman. The housekeeper, who had watched her slink into her room earlier looking half-dead, was so surprised by the transformation that she even invited Violet to go grocery shopping together, claiming she’d cook dinner herself.

Unbelievable. The woman who usually only ordered people around was actually volunteering to cook.

But Violet wasn’t just talk—she actually did it. After they returned from the store, she took charge in the kitchen. Her leg wasn’t strong, so she had the housekeeper drag over a tall chair for her. She insisted on doing everything she could herself, though her attempt at slicing potatoes was so pitiful that the housekeeper didn’t even bother to hide her disdain—they looked as if a dog had gnawed them apart.

Violet caught the housekeeper’s occasional looks of exasperation but let them slide. She was in too good a mood to care. “It’s not perfect, but that’s not the point. It’s the effort that matters. Daniel will be touched, I’m sure.”

When the table was finally set—dish after dish, all lovingly prepared—Violet asked the housekeeper to turn on the warming tray and even nudged the thermostat up so the food wouldn’t get cold.

She waited, watching the clock, heart thumping with anticipation. At last, the doorbell rang at seven. Violet quickly wheeled herself over and, when she saw Daniel at the door, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

Daniel stepped inside. “You don’t need to notify Morgan. I’ll have someone take care of it. Just bring your passport and visa—don’t worry about anything else. Everything’s arranged over there.”

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over Violet’s head. No small talk, no gentle preamble. The first thing out of his mouth was a reminder that she was leaving the country, as if he couldn’t wait to pack her off and be rid of her.

Violet swallowed the sour taste in her mouth and forced a smile. “I know. But let’s eat first, shall we? Daniel, I made all this myself…”

Just then, Daniel’s phone chimed—not a call, but a video message.

Violet watched as Daniel’s impassive face suddenly softened, his expression melting into a tenderness she’d never seen before.

“Uncle!”

A child’s sweet voice rang out from the phone.

“You got it wrong again,” Daniel said, his smile deepening. As he stepped out into the hall, he waved Cedric over.

Violet hurried after him, trying to grab his arm, but Cedric blocked her. “Ms. Scott, Daniel already said his goodbyes.”

Violet stared at the crimson drop, then suddenly began to laugh.

She could hardly wait.

With deliberate grace, Violet returned to her room, removed her makeup, and pampered her skin with a mask.

She might be leaving soon, but before she went, she was determined to stir up as much trouble as possible—looking perfect while she did it.

The next morning, Violet went out and bought a bouquet of fresh flowers from a florist.

When she got into the car, the driver asked, “Where to, Ms. Scott?”

Violet twirled a sunflower between her fingers, her lips curling into a smile. “The hospital.”