The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 368

**TITLE: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 368**
**CONTENT: Chapter 368 Don’t Cross the Line**

A faint smile danced across Jeremy’s lips as he contemplated the situation. “Okay,” he replied, his voice low but steady.

With a sense of urgency, he sprang into action. He snatched the blanket from the floor, its fabric slightly crumpled, and spread it out with meticulous care over the bed, smoothing out any wrinkles that dared to disrupt its surface.

Next, he kicked off his shoes, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath his feet as he climbed onto the bed with a lightness that belied the tension in the air. He settled himself on the outer edge, deliberately leaving ample space for Amelia to join him.

“Don’t cross the line. Or I’m kicking you off,” he teased, a playful warning lacing his tone.

Amelia, ever quick-witted, rolled up a sheet into a long, makeshift divider and placed it firmly between them.

“Sure, no problem. I won’t cross it,” she assured him, though a sly smile crept onto her face as she thought about how that promise might slip away once sleep overtook her.

Jeremy, ever the gentleman, nudged the divider a little closer to his side, ensuring that she would have the lion’s share of the bed.

Watching this simple act of kindness, Amelia felt a warm glow spread through her chest, a sense of comfort that eased the tension she had been holding onto. With a soft sigh, she climbed into bed, pulling the blanket up around her shoulders, and turned her back to him, creating a barrier of sorts, though her heart raced with an unspoken thrill.

The room fell into a tranquil silence, only the gentle rhythm of their breathing filling the space between them. It was a moment of peace, a fragile bubble of comfort.

But that tranquility shattered when the muffled sounds from the room next door began to seep through the walls, intrusive and unmistakable.

Both of them froze, their bodies tense and still, as if moving would somehow amplify the embarrassment that flooded their cheeks. Their hearts raced in sync, a chaotic drumbeat against the backdrop of awkwardness.

It was an excruciatingly embarrassing moment, and neither dared to break the silence. To speak would only make the situation more unbearable. They willed themselves to drift off into slumber, though sleep seemed to elude them for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, the weight of exhaustion crashed over Amelia like a tidal wave. After a long night filled with searching for people and engaging in skirmishes, fatigue clung to her like a heavy cloak. Her eyelids began to droop, the battle against sleep slipping from her grasp.

Time lost all meaning as she finally succumbed to the pull of deep sleep, unaware of how long she had been lost in that comforting abyss.

However, a sudden chill jolted her awake, cutting through the warmth of her dreams. Half-asleep, she instinctively leaned toward the inviting warmth beside her, only to find herself nestled in Jeremy’s arms.

Jeremy, on the other hand, had not managed to sleep at all. With a beautiful girl so tantalizingly close, it would have been unnatural not to entertain a flurry of thoughts. He yearned to reach out, to pull her closer, but he restrained himself, choosing instead to remain perfectly still, a paragon of restraint.

Yet, Amelia, in her slumber, rolled toward him, seeking the warmth that radiated from his body. The thought of pushing her away crossed his mind, but the fear of being single forever kept him rooted in place.

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