Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 647

"Quit filling your head with useless thoughts all day."

"No can do. If a man never thinks about this, he's basically done for. And," Jeremy corrected her, "this workout is actually very beneficial.

"It doesn't just strengthen our bond; it regulates endocrine levels and releases dopamine. It makes the skin smooth and delicate."

To put it bluntly, with the nourishment of both soul and body, she would undoubtedly be the happiest woman in the world.

Amelia was speechless.

How could this man spin something so shameless and make it sound almost wholesome?

Jeremy was still pondering how best to tease her next when she suddenly shot upright.

The abrupt movement knocked him—who'd been happily "nibbling" at her—right off balance.

"What's wrong?" he blurted, instantly tense.

Had he gotten carried away without realizing it and made her mad?

Just as he was about to stumble through an explanation, she blurted, "I figured it out!"

Jeremy lit up. "Really? You've figured out that you want to do the 'workout' with me?"

As he spoke, he immediately tried to press her back down onto the bed.

A second later, Amelia's foot connected with his side and kicked him clean off the bed. "Figure out your ass," she snapped.

"I figured out what hint my dad left me."

She jumped off the bed, grabbed the journal her father had left her, and sat down with it.

Then, she flipped it open and began scanning the pages with intense focus.

"No wonder every time I read these few pages, something felt off. So that's what it was."

"What is it?" Jeremy still wasn't following.

"If you take the seventh word from the end of each line and pull them out, they string together into a brand-new message.

"And that message is what my dad really wanted to tell me."

Excitement lit up her face.

No wonder he kept writing these same paragraphs over and over again.

Everyone—including her—had just assumed they were a few events he was unusually sentimental about.

Now that the idea had clicked and she'd connected the dots, everything snapped into place.

"Why the seventh word from the end?" Jeremy asked.

"That's my lucky number. Turns out Dad remembered." Amelia's voice softened.

Jeremy was stunned.

With a clue that subtle and roundabout, probably only Amelia would ever have a shot at cracking it.

It was so hidden that Regina and her cronies could have stared at it until their heads exploded and they still wouldn't have found it.

What does she mean, great service?

What kind of wild brain circuits does she have? She solved it like that?

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