Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 653

Whitney and Jeremy waited patiently until Amelia finally woke up.

She had slept her fill, but her legs still felt sore as she walked out of the bedroom. The second she stepped into the living room, she froze. Whitney was there.

"Oh, you're up," Whitney chirped, grinning. "I came to see you."

As she spoke, her gaze landed on Amelia, and her eyes practically lit up.

Amelia blinked, slow to catch on. Then she felt Whitney was looking at her a little too hard. And her smile looked weird. Suspicious.

Then it hit her. She glanced down. She was still wearing Jeremy's white dress shirt.

Her face felt like it might combust, it was so hot. Amelia yanked at the hem, trying to cover her thighs.

For a moment, she wanted to disappear. She didn't even manage a proper greeting. She spun on her heel and bolted back into the bedroom to change.

How could she forget? How could she just walk out like that in his shirt? Of course, Whitney had to see.

Inside the room, Amelia fumed as she got dressed. When she went back out, she was going to beat someone up.

Jeremy, watching her leave, understood that fierce glare perfectly. It made him absurdly happy. If getting hit was part of the deal, he'd take it.

When Amelia came back out, she was fully dressed in her own clothes, covered from neck to knee as if she were going to a business meeting. Her cheeks were still pink, though, and she couldn't quite meet anyone's gaze.

Whitney noticed. Of course she did. And she was delighted.

Ladies were shy. She wasn't about to embarrass her by teasing her too openly. If she scared off Amelia, Jeremy would never forgive her.

Whitney cleared her throat and changed the subject, smiling at Amelia as if nothing had happened.

"Come sit down," she said warmly. "I made the mushroom soup you like. I reserved you a bowl. It won't taste as good once it cools."

She took Amelia by the hand, guiding her to the couch. Then she went to the kitchen, brought out a steaming bowl, and set it right in front of Amelia.

The soup looked perfectly thick and glossy with mushroom that hadn't turned to mush. Someone had put a lot of time into it.

Right on cue, Jeremy added, his voice soft with an affection he didn't bother hiding. "Try it. Mom made it just for you."

He sat beside Amelia and watched her, his warmth making her feel even more flustered.

She accepted the bowl and murmured, "Thanks, Whitney," then took small sips. The creamy flavor spread through her mouth and eased the tight knot of embarrassment in her chest.

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