Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 652

Jeremy's grip tightened on the steering wheel. His throat worked once, betraying him.

When he turned to look at her, that familiar heat was already burning in his eyes—restrained hunger laced with the kind of tenderness that always made her feel claimed.

"Oh?" His voice roughened. He eased off the gas, but his gaze stayed locked on her, close and inescapable. "Is Mrs. Curran trying to tell me something?"

The title made Amelia squirm. Heat crept up her cheeks. Then she decided she had nothing to be shy about.

She met his eyes with a calm that felt almost daring. "I just think work and rest have to be balanced. You've been running the company and helping me investigate the institute. You must be exhausted."

She leaned in a little, letting her smile turn wicked. "So, how about we go home and find something relaxing to do?"

She lingered on the word, her tone lifting at the end in a pure invitation.

Jeremy let out a low, warm, smoky laugh in the small cabin, thickening the air between them.

"Gladly," he said without hesitation. He pressed the gas, and the car surged forward, cutting toward home as if it couldn't get there fast enough. "Since Mrs. Curran's in the mood," he murmured, his eyes darkening, "I will see it through."

The look he gave her felt like it could swallow her whole. Even the air seemed to turn heavy, charged with what was about to happen.

Whitney, the workaholic, hadn't shown her face in ages.

Now that she had finally taken time off, of course she had to come back and handle some serious business for Jeremy.

The last time she visited, she'd managed to set her still-single son up with Amelia—pretty, sweet, smart—the full package. Whitney had been insufferably proud of herself.

Seeing Jeremy off the market finally had made her happier than anyone. He had a title now, but it still wasn't official. No paperwork. No certificate. It wasn't legal or proper.

Until Jeremy was fully legitimate, Whitney wouldn't sleep easy. So during this short break, she marched straight to his place again.

For once, Bridget didn't complain about Whitney not staying at Curran Estate. There wasn't a word of grumbling or a hint of blame.

She knew exactly why Whitney was running over to her grandson's house.

The truth was, she was anxious too. She wanted them to get married yesterday, have babies tomorrow, and have a great-grandson in her arms as soon as possible.

These days, though, she was very satisfied with Amelia as a future granddaughter-in-law. She adored her.

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