Chapter 625
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“Character, and personality, too,” Amara said.
“There are plenty of men in this circle-most are either downright awful, or so arrogant and aloof that they’re impossible to get along with. But you’re warm and easy to talk to. Honestly, you’re a genuinely good person p>
To Amara, Hogan was one of the truly awful ones; Finnian wasn’t exactly bad, but he was proud and cold. Morgan, though, was gentle and approachable being around him just felt comfortable.
Morgan looked at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
It was fortunate, he thought, that Amara already had a child. Otherwise, he might
never be able to let her go.
“You’re a remarkable person yourself,” Morgan said sincerely.
Amara just smiled, not asking him what he found remarkable about her.
Right then, the dishes began to arrive one after another. They started eating, continuing their conversation as they enjoyed the meal.
After that, their topics wandered. Morgan stopped asking about Amara and instead shared more about himself how he’d been consumed with work these past years, hardly dated at all, and how lately his family had been getting anxious, constantly setting him up on blind dates.
Some of those dates looked great on paper, but once they started talking, they discovered they had nothing in common-there was no way to keep the conversation going.
Others seemed wonderful in every way, except for certain quirks he just couldn’t accept.
Amara asked what kind of quirks, and Morgan said, “Obsessive cleanliness,” which made Amara laugh.
She figured that was just an excuse-being overly tidy wasn’t exactly a dealbreaker and Morgan himself seemed pretty clean. Most likely, there were some other e eccentric habits he didn’t feeb comfortable mentioning.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. They both assumed it was the server and called, “Come in,” but when they looked up, it was Finnian who walked in.
Amara was taken aback. Then she remembered Finnian’s terrible behavior the last time the three of them were together, and her expression instantly fell-she was clearly displeased.
When Finnian came over to their table, she asked him straightforwardly, “What are you doing here p>
She didn’t bother asking how Finnian knew they were here. After all, he was the one who had brought her to this restaurant before, and probably knew the staff. Someone must have seen her and tipped him off.
Finnian glanced at Amara, then at Morgan, and said coolly, “Nothing. Just wanted to check in on you p>
Morgan couldn’t help but remark, “Mr. Everly, you really know how to pick your moments. Managed to find us all the way here p>
Finnian ignored the sarcasm and turned back to Amara. “What were you two talking about p>
Amara pressed her lips together, not wanting to answer. Finnian’s intentions were as clear as day—anyone could see what he was up to.
What was his problem? All she wanted was a pleasant dinner with a friend; did he have to barge in and ruin it?
She was more than annoyed now. Normally, she wouldn’t have minded telling him what they were talking. about but Finian’s intrusion out in a foul mood. She replied with a frosty, “That’s not your business p>
Sure enough, Finnian was irritated by this. “What do you mean, ‘not my business’? What’s so secretive p>
While the two of them sparred, Morgan simply watched.
He found Fingian quite intriguing. It was obvious from his behavior that he was deeply attached to Amara, but surely he knew she was
pregnant with someone else’s child. So why was he still so hung up on her? Wasn’t he supposed to be getting married himself?
And that look Finnian had given him earlier—it was full of suspicion and hostility.
Was he seriously treating Morgan as a rival in love?