Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 18

Finnian was a tall, imposing figure, like a brick wall shielding Amara, making her feel suddenly immobilized. She didn't meet Finnian's gaze, instead focusing on the floral wallpaper beside them. “What do you want to talk about?"

She had a good idea of what Finnian wanted to discuss. Probably a stern warning to stay away from Liliana and not stir up trouble. But Finnian surprised her by asking, “Do you care a lot about me and Liliana?"

Amara fell silent. Under the room's lighting, Finnian's skin appeared porcelain-smooth, his features sharp and defined. His eyes, fixed on Amara, seemed calm yet pierced right through her, seemingly reading her mind. Amara's heart pounded in her chest, her palms slightly damp with sweat. She couldn't let Finnian discover her feelings for him. That would be too humiliating, and she couldn't bear losing her dignity.

Struggling to maintain her composure, she replied, “We're married in name. So when Liliana called you her husband in public, I felt insulted. That's why I reacted. Nothing more."

Was that really the reason? Finnian's brows furrowed slightly but quickly relaxed, so quickly that even he didn't notice it.

“Our arrangement will be over soon. We'll both be free then. Just hang in there for a little while longer." With that indifferent statement, Finnian turned and left, not sparing Amara another glance.

Amara clutched her chest where it ached. Finnian's defense of Liliana was clear. She couldn't let herself fall deeper into this illusion. She forced herself to suppress any inappropriate thoughts.

estate, Finnian drove to an upscale neighborhood in the heart of Wye. Once parking in the underground garage, he took the elevator up

I'd given you access. Why didn't you just come in?” Liliana

"Not used to it."

at Liliana

just overworked myself filming while pregnant, that's why I nearly passed out. I

need, and I'll

"You're the best."

off to the kitchen, intent on making him a meal. Finnian, feeling somewhat drained, leaned back against the sofa, resting his fingers on his forehead. Sleep tugged

something silky brushed against his skin. His eyes snapped open to a wash

"Finn."

was taken aback; she hadn't expected Finnian to wake so suddenly.

in her voice. “I spoke with the doctor. It's true that the first three months are delicate, but there are other ways I can help you. I'd do anything

was sweet and beguiling, enough to tempt any man. Finnian's breath hitched,

away, he said coolly,

drop in his tone could make anyone's