Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 13

Until Grace passed? Amara was momentarily stunned, unable to make sense of what she just heard.

Then it clicked. In some local traditions here, people often said that after someone passed away, it took about forty-nine days for them to fully move on.

That was roughly two months, which was probably why Kevin had suggested it. Amara glanced over at Finnian, who was already looking her way. She quickly said, "I'm fine with whatever."

Seeing no objection from her, Finnian replied coolly, "Alright."

Kevin nodded. "Then, for now, you two should stay at here and keep her company."

Amara hesitated. She wanted to say that Grace wasn't particularly fond of her and might get upset if she stayed there. But the lady had passed, and it seemed unnecessary to bring it up. Besides, she would soon be busy with her film crew and wouldn't have much time at home anyway, so she nodded.

Finnian, on the other hand, was a workaholic, spending most of his day at the office. To him, home or a hotel was all the same, so he too agreed.

Once outside, Lisa whispered her doubt, "Mr. Kevin Everly, are you really going to let them split up?"

flashed in Kevin's eyes.

tactics. Finnian had been away for three years, and it was natural that their

Finnian Everly, Mrs. Amara Everly, are you staying for dinner?" a servant asked respectfully as they left the study.

was indeed a bit hungry. Just then, Finnian said, "I'd like some

request was directed at Amara, who was momentarily taken aback. She nodded, saying, "Sure, I'll

why Finnian suddenly wanted her chicken soup. Was it because

she headed to the kitchen, gathering ingredients and spices, lighting the stove, and starting her preparations. She reminded herself repeatedly that as

doorframe, watching her busy silhouette, momentarily

occasionally imagine what this woman

was quite the cook. She

bit timid. Will had mentioned she wasn't a

continued writing scripts at home, producing a couple of works

Finnian had never been home much, he had a vague idea of what kind of person his wife

Amara carefully ladled it into a bowl, and a

and then handed him the bowl.

Finnian was about to ask why she wasn't joining him but hesitated when he

intending to rest upstairs, when