Chapter 337
As Amara and Finnian were about to step out into the crisp afternoon air, the front door of the villa swung open. In walked a tall, striking man in his forties, dressed in casual clothes that spoke to a weekend spent lounging comfortably.
He paused, catching sight of Amara’s captivating features, and his gaze lingered just a tad too long. “And who might this be?” he inquired, his voice dripping with curiosity.
Finnian’s demeanor turned icy, his arm tightening protectively around Amara. “This is Amara,” he stated, his tone leaving no room for further questions. Recognition flickered across the man’s face, a smile spreading as he nodded. “Ah, Amara, of course! Here to join us for dinner, are you p>
Amara felt a wave of unease wash over her. It wasn’t that the man’s gaze was lecherous, but something about it made her skin crawl. She had a hunch about his identity, and it only intensified her discomfort. She kept her lips tightly sealed, offering no response.
Just then, a shrill voice cut through the tension. “Dinner? With her? Have you forgotten that she and Finnian are no longer married? Why call her daughter-in- law and invite bad luck p>
Emma stormed into the room, her eyes boring into the man with an intensity that could set fire to stone. She was so furious she seemed ready to lash out.
This man, Finnian’s father, Andrew, bore an air of once-genteel charm, now tarnished by Emma’s barrage of insults, especially in front of someone as striking as Amara. His face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
“Why are you always causing a scene? If I’d known you’d be here, I wouldn’t have come,” Andrew retorted, his voice barely masking his irritation.
Emma’s fury only grew at his retreat, and she lunged, her hands aiming for Andrew’s face. He tried to dodge, but her fury was relentless, and soon they were tangled in a chaotic dance of rage.
The household staff, momentarily stunned, scrambled to separate the feuding pair. Finnian, accustomed to such domestic skirmishes, merely glanced at the scene with a detached disinterest before steering Amara towards the door.
“I’ll drive you back,” he said, his voice steady.
“No need,” Amara replied, shaking her head. “I drove here myself p>
She recalled the tumultuous scene they just left behind and felt a pang of pity for Finnian “Your grandfathers probably heard the commotion by now. You should go back and be with him p>
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No wonder Mr. Kevin Everly had harsh words for his own son. With a son like Andrew, it was hard to blame him.
Finnian nodded, his expression softening. “Drive safe. Let me know when you get home p>
Amara agreed, giving him a small wave as she headed to her car.
Once home, she sent Finnian a quick message to let him know she’d
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arrived safely. There was no immediate reply, he was likely still
dealing with the aftermath ofEmma and Andrew’s debacle.
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About thirty minutes later, her phone buzzed with a message from Finnian: “Come downstairs p>
She shot back a question mark, puzzled.
Finnian responded promptly: “Grandpa and I are downstairs. Bundle up, it’s chilly outside p>
Had it just been Finnian, Amara
might have stayed put. But with Mr.
Kevin Everly in tow, she quickly
donned a warm coat, grabbed her
keys and phone, and headed down to meet them. s