Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 377

**Broken by Destiny**
**by George Orwell**
**Chapter 377: A Hard-Won Victory**

In Jeremy’s eyes, Amelia shone like the brightest star in a darkened sky, illuminating the otherwise mundane atmosphere of the room.

The older crowd surrounding him, with their exaggerated flattery and pretentious airs, were oblivious to the truth—they were admiring the wrong person entirely.

With a hint of pride in his demeanor, Jeremy cast a glance at the sycophants before turning his attention back to Amelia. He took her hand in his, a gesture that felt both bold and tender. “Let’s escape this place,” he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “These people are starting to hurt my eyes.”

Relief washed over Amelia at the prospect of leaving. She had little desire to engage with that crowd anyway; their conversations felt hollow, devoid of any genuine connection.

Once they found a more secluded corner, she lowered her voice, her curiosity piqued. “Weren’t you a bit too arrogant back there? Those people might act like sycophants, but they hold some weight in the research community. Each one of them carries a certain status.”

“What’s wrong with what I did?” Jeremy replied, his expression playful yet tinged with mock innocence, as if he were the one being misunderstood in this scenario.

“I didn’t insult anyone. I didn’t refuse to collaborate with them. I didn’t throw them out. How was I being arrogant?”

Amelia couldn’t help but think that if those same people witnessed this interaction, they would be utterly astonished.

With a shift in mood, Jeremy smiled at her, as if he were eager to change the subject. “If they didn’t know who you were before, I’ll make sure they do now.”

Leaning in slightly, he added with a flirtatious glint in his eye, “So, Amelia, don’t you think I did rather well? Do I qualify as a decent guy in your eyes?”

“Yes, you did fine. You’re good at what you do. Just have a little more confidence in yourself,” Amelia replied, her voice calm and steady, choosing not to indulge in his playful banter, though she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of warmth at his words.

His excitement was palpable, as if her approval had ignited a spark within him.

“Really? So if I become even more confident, maybe you should think about giving me a new title. Or perhaps, you could upgrade my status?”

He delivered the suggestion with a subtlety that was not lost on her. Amelia, wise beyond her years, understood precisely what he was hinting at.

A blush crept onto her cheeks, her heart racing in a chaotic rhythm. She found herself wondering how this man could so effortlessly express such sentiments in public time and again.

Yet, with each repetition, she found herself growing accustomed to it, as if his words were becoming a familiar melody.

With a sudden determination, Amelia withdrew her hand from his grasp. This time, she felt neither embarrassment nor fluster; instead, her expression turned serious as she took on the role of the teacher.

“You think it’s that simple to level up your status? It’s not just about charm; it hinges on your sincerity and your performance. It’s far more complicated than that.”

“And from now on,” she continued, her tone firm, “don’t just take my hand whenever you feel like it. Even in public, you need to respect boundaries.”

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