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?

when he noticed a men's

had suggested he buy something for Amara. He had Will ask Amara

assumed the men's bag was meant for him, but last time he'd seen a man with a mask at Amara's place, carrying

So, was that guy here now too? And was he

swung open. A tall man with bare chest emerged, towel around his waist, drying his wet hair with another towel. While doing so, he

he spoke, Keith noticed Finnian standing at the door and stopped in his tracks. Finnian's face was a thundercloud. He pushed past Amara and stormed right up

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

gaze was cold and dangerous, each word

towel wrapped around his waist, aware of how this could

callously smirked instead of explaining, teasing, "Your

his fists clenching slightly, a picture of hellish manace, as if he was ready for

impassive tone, "Oh, Mr. Everly, you want a brawl, huh?

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