Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 367

**TITLE: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 367**

**CONTENT: Chapter 367 I Have to Stay Here**

As the motel owner finally shuffled away, leaving behind a lingering sense of discomfort, Jeremy turned to Amelia, his voice firm and resolute. “We’re leaving. You’re not staying here tonight.”

Amelia’s brow furrowed, her fatigue evident. “It’s super late already. If we don’t stay here, where are we supposed to sleep?” The thought of wandering the dark, winding roads felt absurd, almost reckless.

“Go straight home,” he suggested, as if the answer were as simple as flipping a switch.

“Right now? Are you serious? These roads are awful! They twist through the mountains, and it’s pitch black out there. That’s dangerous!” Her heart raced at the idea of navigating those treacherous paths in the dead of night.

The clock was creeping toward midnight, and Amelia’s mind raced with possibilities. They could rest here for a while, wait for the sun to rise, and then meet up with Josie and Anderson. It would be safer, more sensible. There was no need to rush headlong into danger.

“I’ll call someone to fly a helicopter over. We’ll take that back,” Jeremy declared, his tone brimming with confidence, as casual as if he were ordering takeout.

Amelia stared at him, a mix of disbelief and amusement washing over her. In a tiny town like this, even a gleaming old car would turn heads, but a helicopter? That would send half the town into a frenzy. Just imagining it made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

“No way. Just get yourself a room. We’ll tough it out for one night,” she insisted, trying to ground the conversation in reality.

“Not a chance. Not unless I’m in your room,” Jeremy replied, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. It was clear he had made up his mind.

“What? There are plenty of rooms available. If you want mine, we can switch,” she offered, blinking in surprise. She knew how much he despised cramped spaces, and her room was already the largest in the motel. The thought of the other rooms made her shudder slightly.

“It’s not about the size of the room. Anyone can hear everything the neighbors are doing,” he countered, his expression serious. “You’re here alone. That’s not safe. If we’re staying, I’m staying in your room. Otherwise, we’re flying back tonight.”

His voice was firm, and there was no arguing with that.

As he bent over to spread the blanket, he shivered dramatically. “Wow, it’s freezing. Achoo!” The sneeze punctuated his act perfectly, and Amelia couldn’t help but chuckle.

There was no way she could let him sleep on the floor after that display. The night air was bitterly cold, and without a heater, the AC was useless for warmth. The floor was grimy, not at all like the polished surfaces of a proper hotel.

With conditions like these, it was unthinkable to let him suffer on the floor.

“Stop. Don’t sleep down there. We can both fit on the bed,” Amelia urged after a moment’s thought, her resolve strengthening.

Hearing her words, Jeremy felt a surge of happiness, even as he tried to mask it with a casual demeanor. “That might not be the best idea. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable,” he replied, his voice laced with concern.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated yet amused. “This isn’t the moment to worry about that. It’s only for one night.”

In that moment, a silent understanding passed between them, a shared acknowledgment of the night ahead and the unexpected comfort of each other’s presence.