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?

a men's bag on the couch, his gaze

months ago. During an auction, Elysia had suggested he buy something for Amara. He had Will ask Amara what she wanted, and she'd asked for a set of matching bags, one for a

him, but last time he'd seen a man with a mask

again, in Amara's apartment. So, was that guy

with bare chest emerged, towel around his waist, drying his wet hair with another towel. While doing so, he asked, "Ama, did the delivery

tracks. Finnian's face was a thundercloud. He pushed

my wife's apartment? What kind

gaze was cold and dangerous, each word enunciated

towel wrapped around his waist, aware of how

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

tensed, his fists clenching slightly, a picture of hellish manace, as if

in an impassive tone, "Oh, Mr. Everly, you want a brawl, huh? I'll gladly

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