Chapter 424
So he *had* heard everything. Amara sighed inwardly. “My father was just making conversation. Don’t pay any attention to it, Mr. Everly p>
Finnian fell silent, his handsome profile looking grim under the hallway’s dim lighting. An inexplicable pressure settled over Amara.
She pulled her arm free, rubbing the spot where goosebumps had suddenly appeared. “Mr. Everly, I should be going p>
“You’re going home?” Finnian asked, his voice low. “I’ll drive you p>
He started to walk with her toward the exit, but Amara shook her head. “There’s
no need. I drove here, so I can get back on my own.” She dangled her car keys as proof, then turned and left without another word.
Finnian watched her go, then glanced at the darkening sky. It was getting late, and he didn’t feel right about her driving home alone. After a quick word with Larry, he also left the Sullivan estate.
He followed her car at a safe distance, watching until she pulled safely into her apartment complex. He lingered downstairs for a few moments before finally driving back to his own place.
As he pulled up to his building, he saw Emma waiting by the entrance. He parked the car and walked over, his expression flat. “Mom, what are you doing here p>
“What’s wrong with a mother visiting her son?” Emma’s tone was sharp. “Give me a key to your apartment. It’s ridiculous that I have to stand out here waiting for you every time I visit. I’m your mother, for God’s sake p>
She had been standing there for a while, shivering in her thin wool coat against the early winter chill. She had already sneezed twice.
“A key isn’t necessary,” Finnian said. “Just call me whenever you want to come over p>
“You-How can you be like this p>
Emma was furious. Her own son was treating her like a stranger, refusing to even give her a key to his home.
Finnian ignored her outburst and headed for the entrance. “Was there something you needed p>
Emma didn’t answer directly. Instead, her voice turned accusatory. “You went to the
Sullivan house again today, didn’t you? You’re divorced from Amara, Amara,** So what are you doing there forbid you to go again p>
Finnian paid no mind to her commanding tone. He reached his front door and unlocked it with his fingerprint. “Do you want to come in for a bit p>
Emma did want to see inside her son’s apartment, but she had more pressing matters to attend to. “Not now. I’ll come back another day p>
She added, “And another thing. You need to start preparing for your wedding to Liliana. If you’re too busy to plan it, I’ll do it for you p>
Finnian’s voice dropped, his expression unreadable. “I’ve told you, I’m not getting married p>
“What did you say p>
Seeing her son defy her again, Emma was about to lose her temper, but Finnian gave her no chance. He stepped inside and shut the door in her face.
Emma stood there, stunned and seething with rage at being shut out.
She wanted to scream at him, but he was gone She certainly couldn’t stand in the ballway of his apartment building and cause a scene; the humiliation would be unbearable.
Instead, she pulled out her phone and fired off a series of texts, commanding him
to marry Liliana immediately, before stalking away in a fury.
*Whispers of Winter* had wrapped, and Liliana, a popular actress with both looks and talent-not to mention her connection to
Finman was being flooded with Scripts for her next project.