NovelEnglishChapter 33
Amara paused at the entrance, her mind replaying the sound she just heard. She blinked, wide-eyed and
incredulous.
The next second, someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. The man removed his sunglasses to reveal a
pair of angry eyes as he snarled, "Why'd you hit me? That hurt a lot!"
Amara was utterly speechless. She reversed her grip on his arm, pulling him into the empty passageway, and
hissed, "Keith, are you out of your mind? Why are you following me?"
She couldn't believe it. The person who had been trailing her was none other than Keith. Despite the years she
spent hiding behind her scars, Amara had always been sensitive to unwanted attention, thanks to her striking
figure. So naturally, she was furious.
Keith pulled down his mask, his voice defensive. "Who's following you? I'm just heading home. What about you?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy are you here? You don't even live here!"
"I do live here."
That shut Keith up. Watching Amara walk into the building where he lived, Keith had assumed she was finally
coming to apologize. But she lived here too?
Amara watched the disappointment play out on Keith's face and explained helplessly why she had rented an
apartment here as she headed up the stairs. It turned out they both lived in the sbuilding, on the same
floor, directly across from each other.
As they reached their doors, Keith grabbed her arm again and said in an assertive tone, "You hitfor no
reason today. | need compensation, why don't you buydinner?"
Amara gazed at him, distaste flickering in her eyes as she unlocked her door and replied in the way she was
used to when they were kids. "Fine, fine. It's not like I'll starve after sharing my food."
With a grin, Keith followed her inside, and they ended up in the kitchen, washing vegetables together. Just then,
Amara's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, surprised to see Will's name, and answered, "Hey, what's
up?"
"Mrs. Everly," Will's voice was respectful on the other end. "Do you have a moment? Mr. Everly is hungry, and he
really enjoyed the clam chowder you made before. Could you make it and bring it over?"
Amara was left speechless. Finnian wanted her cooking again?
Though Will didn't outright say it, Finnian must have hinted at wanting her food, or Will wouldn't have made such
a reckless request.
Amara was momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond. Keith, on the other hand, snatched the phone from
her and said coldly, "No, she doesn't have time."
With that, Keith directly hung up.
Amara wasn't angry with Keith for taking her phone. Truthfully, she wanted to say no herself. Still, she gave Keith
a light smack. "What are you doing, snatching my phone like that?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was abstracted, her mind drifting back to what Will had just said. Why was Finnian so keen on her cooking?
The last time, he wanted her homemade chicken soup, which had puzzled her then too.
Did Finnian ask her to cook because he thought of her as skind of homemaker over the past three years?
Was she just a cook or maybe even a maid in his eyes?
These thoughts tightened Amara's grip, causing the lettuce she held to crumple. Meanwhile, Will stared at his
now dark phone screen, utterly bewildered.
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