Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 391

Was he seeing this right? Finnian was actually standing at the stove, wearing an apron, while Amara-apron on as well-stood by his side. The two of them were chatting quietly, busy with spatulas and kitchen utensils, clearly cooking

something together.

What was going on here? Were they really making dinner together?

...

That afternoon, after leaving the café, Amara had gone home for a bit, but she couldn't focus on work-maybe it was that ridiculous rumor from earlier that left her so distracted. Eventually, she shut her laptop and decided to visit her grandfather at the Everly estate.

As luck would have it, just as she was getting ready to leave, Finnian arrived at the estate as well. They bumped into each other in the hallway. The memory of their awkward encounter at the café flickered in her mind, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. She nodded to him, intending to keep moving.

"Amara," Finnian called after her. "Do you have a minute?"

the stairs, didn't answer directly, and countered, "Why

didn't reply right away. He walked toward her, step by step, fixing his gaze on her. After a long moment, he said, "Can you teach

...

few days ago, Amara would have

staff, all professionally trained-none of them any less skilled than she was. If Finnian wanted to learn, he could ask

minutes ago, Mr. Kevin Everly had pulled her aside, telling her with a warm smile how much he enjoyed her cooking, and how the dishes she and Finnian had made together last time were especially delicious. The cooks were great, he'd said, but something about the meals

expecting now, but Amara found herself valuing family more

to make

she simply nodded and said, "Alright. Let's

he missed the meals they'd made together, hadn't he? Well, then, they'd cook

just one meal. If

them headed to the kitchen, where two aprons hung side by side on the wall-a blue-and-white checked one,