Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 420

**Chapter 420: Visit**

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Curran estate. Cooking was never a talent of hers, but that was of little concern. She had the skilled chefs at her disposal, ready to conjure a banquet worthy of royalty. If her son Jeremy couldn’t dazzle Amelia, then she would take it upon herself to make a lasting impression.

As the day unfolded, Amelia arrived precisely as planned, just as she and Whitney had discussed.

Though they referred to it as a visit, it was essentially a trip to Jeremy’s home—a detail that filled Whitney with anticipation.

The butler opened the grand door, bowing slightly as he welcomed Amelia inside.

Whitney, hearing the sound of footsteps, could hardly contain her excitement. She dashed out of the living room, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. “Amelia! You’re finally here! Oh, my dear, I’ve missed you so much! It feels like an eternity since we last saw each other!”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Curran. It really hasn’t been that long,” Amelia replied, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

In truth, it had been less than a week since the gala, but to Whitney, those days had dragged on endlessly.

“Oh, you simply don’t understand! A day apart from you feels like a lifetime!” Whitney exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth as she clasped Amelia’s hand, leading her inside as if she were already part of the family.

She gestured for the butler to take the fruit basket that Amelia had brought. “You didn’t need to bring anything, my dear. You’re already doing far too much by being here.”

Amelia offered a gentle smile. “It’s nothing significant. Just a little something.”

It was customary to bring a token of appreciation when visiting someone’s home, after all.

The only exception to this rule was her visits to the Nygards—people she had no desire to impress.

Whitney chuckled softly, her tone playful yet sincere. “It may not be extravagant, but it certainly cost you something. Next time, I’ll make sure Jeremy gives you a bit more spending money.”

“Huh? What did you say?” Amelia asked, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion. Whitney’s voice had dipped too low for her to catch the last part.

“Oh, it’s nothing, dear! Come inside! Let’s have a little chat before lunch,” Whitney replied, waving off her question with a laugh.

With a familiar gesture, she slipped her arm through Amelia’s, guiding her toward the living room.

The coffee table was a sight to behold, resembling a lavish display from an upscale dessert shop. Tiny cakes and pastries adorned the surface, each one a perfect little masterpiece, meticulously crafted.

“Come on, try these!” Whitney urged, pride evident in her voice. “They’re made by our family’s personal pastry chef. These are his finest creations.”

As a passionate foodie, Whitney couldn’t let her son’s future wife visit without indulging her with the best treats available.

These confections were her favorites—soft, sweet, and so rich that they could melt anyone’s resolve.

“Thank you,” Amelia replied, her eyes sparkling with delight as she took in the sight of the desserts.

She couldn’t resist sweets; they beckoned to her like hidden treasure.

Instinctively, she pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures, her smile bright and at ease. The desserts were simply stunning.

Whitney’s eyes glimmered with approval. “Amelia, you’re incredible! Even a simple cake looks like a work of art through your lens.”

Amelia felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. “They already look amazing. Anyone could capture a good picture of them.”

Jeremy paused, feigning hesitation. Then, with a nod that suggested it was a monumental decision, he replied, “Yeah. I can do that.”

Whitney rolled her eyes dramatically, nearly seeing the back of her own head. “Prideful brat,” she muttered under her breath.

Jeremy ignored her, casually making his way over to sit beside Amelia, exuding an air of calm and composure.

He didn’t interrupt; instead, he listened intently as Whitney and Amelia engaged in a lively discussion about pharmaceutical development and the latest advancements in a new drug trial.

It wasn’t his area of expertise, so he remained silent, content to observe the two women converse like old friends.

If all went well, they might just become family one day. Watching them connect so effortlessly was more than he could have hoped for.

Then, the topic shifted to high-tech research, and that caught his attention immediately.

When Amelia mentioned artificial intelligence and its potential in modern medicine, Jeremy’s demeanor shifted. His eyes sharpened, a spark of interest igniting within them.

Finally, something he could contribute to. He leaned forward, his tone confident yet steady as he broke down the intricacies of AI systems and explained how they could revolutionize clinical testing.

Amelia listened intently, her fascination evident. She began firing questions back at him, and soon they were exchanging ideas at a rapid pace, as if they had known each other for ages.

Their energy filled the room, creating an effortless, electric atmosphere. Whitney sat back, her smile widening with each passing moment.

Eventually, she glanced at the clock and clapped her hands gleefully. Lunchtime had arrived. Summoning the butler, she beamed with joy, feeling as though everything was finally falling perfectly into place.