Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 631

A triumphant smile spread across Josie's face, sly and bright, like a fox that had just snatched a sweet, and she immediately tugged on his arm, sliding into the passenger seat.

Only after settling in did she softly exhale, her heart still racing because she had honestly thought Harrison might stay angry with her this time.

She turned to look at him as he started the car, his profile sharp and distant, jaw locked tight, making it obvious he was still furious.

Josie knew better than to speak, so she stayed quiet, thinking that this man's restraint was frighteningly strong.

Calming him down was clearly going to take effort.

When they got home later, she knew she couldn't jump out right away and would have to set a little honey trap.

Who could have guessed—

They had barely driven out of the underground parking when Harrison stepped out of the car.

Another person got in instead, a hired driver by the looks of it.

Only then did Josie remember that both of them had been drinking and shouldn't be driving.

She watched that stubborn man head to the back seat without saying anything, leaving her alone in front.

If he wasn't driving, sitting up front felt meaningless.

"Wait, wait! I'm getting out too! I'm sitting in the back!"

Just as the driver prepared to leave, Josie jumped out and climbed into the rear seat.

She realized this was even better since she could get closer to him.

She deliberately leaned against him, clinging tightly, almost wrapping herself around him completely.

"Move over," he said.

With the driver ahead, Harrison kept his voice low and told her to shift aside.

"No. I'm scared. What if I get thrown out?"

"Relax. My car's solid and performs well."

Unless she lost her mind and opened the door herself, there was no chance.

"Nope. Even the best cars get into accidents, so I'm staying safe."

When chasing a man, pride only gets in the way, so Josie shamelessly stuck close to him.

His clean scent mixed with alcohol, sharp and overwhelming, unmistakably masculine.

"I'll say it one more time. Move, or don't blame me if I get rude."

"You don't need to be polite with me. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind."

Her face burned red, every word dripping with bold heat.

With looks like hers, most men wouldn't hold out long.

The driver heard them and his ears turned red, forcing himself not to listen.

He was extremely professional.

He absolutely could not listen in or look back.

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