Chapter 127


Amara lived on the second floor, and Finnian climbed the stairs and rapped his knuckles against the door a few times.

"Is it the delivery?"

Amara had just ordered some fresh veggies, planning to whip up breakfast first thing in the morning. It was about time for the delivery to arrive, so she didn't think much of it, slipped on her slippers, and opened the door.

To her surprise, it was Finnian standing there; she was taken aback.

"Why are you here so late?"

Amara glanced at the clock. It was already 10:47 PM. Most people with a regular schedule would be in bed by now. Why was he here out of blue?

noticed a men's bag on

Elysia had suggested he buy something for Amara. He had Will ask Amara what she wanted, and she'd asked

him, but last time he'd seen a man with a mask at Amara's place, carrying this

it was again, in Amara's apartment. So, was that guy here now too? And was

as Finnian was going to ask, the bedroom door swung open. A tall man with bare chest emerged, towel around his waist, drying his wet hair with another

in his tracks. Finnian's face was a

wife's apartment? What kind of relationship do you have with

cold and dangerous, each word enunciated

wrapped around his waist, aware of how

of explaining, teasing, "Your wife, Mr. Everly?

was mocking, taunting even, and Finnian's muscles tensed, his fists clenching slightly, a picture of hellish manace, as if he

either. He kept on in an impassive tone, "Oh, Mr. Everly,

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