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?"

paused on the stairs, didn't answer directly, and countered, "Why do you ask, Mr.

by step, fixing his gaze on her. After a long moment, he said, "Can you

...

days ago, Amara would have said no

cook, but the Everlys employed a full kitchen staff, all professionally trained-none of them any less skilled than she was. If Finnian wanted to learn, he could ask

a warm smile how much he enjoyed her cooking, and how the dishes

now, but Amara found herself valuing family more and more. She'd been visiting Mr. Everly frequently these days, and

wanted to

So when Finnian asked she simply nodded and said, "Alright. Let's go

made together, hadn't he?

all, it was just one meal. If it made Grandpa happy, that was reason

aprons hung side by side on the wall-a blue-and-white checked