Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 717

Jonathan's wife was busied with serving Amelia food and beverages, completely ruining Amelia's initial plan of resting.

However, listening to the housewife story about her husband and their children, Amelia felt quite comforted.

Amelia cherished this simple and genuine familial affection, especially after the schemes and mental games she had just gone through earlier.

Then, she was reminded of the wreckage of her own family. Even if she wanted to mend the cracks in her heart, she could not find anything that could help her with that...

Pushing those thoughts away from her mind, Amelia said to her, "Aunt Tucker, you don't have to call me 'President Ramsay' all the time. Just call me Amelia', Uncle Tucker and I are quite straightforward toward each other."

Aunt Tucker was considerably voluble, but she was not convinced in this respect. "No, you're Jonathan's superior, so it's my duty to respect and call you 'President'. I can't break the rules!"

Amelia smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Okay then, Aunt Tucker, I respect your opinion, and you can call me whatever you want. But look, it's getting late. I won't disturb you here any longer."

As soon as she finished, several ringings of urgent doorbell sounded from the entrance.

Aunt Tucker's face lit up with joy. She poked her head out of the room and shouted into the living room, "It must be our boy! Jonathan? Jonathan! Open the door!"

The aforementioned boy was Jonathan's youngest son, who was also said to be a pair of fraternal twins with his eldest daughter.

Jonathan was sitting on a rattan chair not far away from the entrance door and reading a newspaper. When he heard the doorbell, he routinely removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose onto the tea table and got up to open the door.

The door opened, then Jonathan could not hide his joy and exclaimed, "Hey! Our boy is back?"

"Dad!" The son of the Tucker family was a banker and was carrying a briefcase. Although his job sounded decent, the occasional performance evaluations drained him of his energy at the end of the day. "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

Hearing that, Jonathan asked, dismayed, "Don't tell me you didn't have lunch again?"

The son replied in a petty and spiteful tone, "Forget it. I was sent to attend to the clients for the entire day today. I didn't even have time to drink water, let alone having lunch... Oh, dad, we have a...guest...?"

The son stared blankly at Amelia as she emerged from a room. And as if he was looking at the woman of his dreams, he was tongue-tied.

Jonathan shot him a glare and introduced, "She's the boss of my company. She's from the Ramsay family, so call her 'President Ramsay' as your mother does. Oh, and also, she's married!"

Jonathan then turned to say to Amelia, "President Ramsay, please excuse me. This is my good-for-nothing and youngest son."

Amelia swept her gaze at his slightly tanned face and saw a tinge of blush on his cheeks.

She looked out of the window in curiosity. It was springtime, the sun in Northville should not be that hot, right?

The son extended a hand to Amelia and said in a surprised tone, "President Ramsay? So you're the President Ramsay that my dad often mentions about!"

"Yes, it's me. Nice to meet you." Amelia shook his hands with a smile and asked with interest, "Does Director Tucker often mentions me?"

Regardless of the flash of warning from Jonathan's eyes, he was eager to tell her, "My dad said that it's not easy to support the whole family at such a young age. He also said how great would it be if your husband was willing to give you a chance! I've never understood what the 'chance' meant... Ah! Dad, you can hit me anywhere else, but why do you always hit me on my head!?"

Jonathan stared sharply at him from aside, "And you're still talking? Spill more, and I'll beat you to death, you idiot!"

Amelia did not know whether to laugh or cry. She stopped Jonathan as he hurled another punch at the son's head and said, "Uncle Tucker, it's fine. Don't hit him."