NovelEnglishChapter 339
As Amara and Finnian were about to step out into the crisp afternoon air, the front door of the villa swung open.
In walked a tall, striking man in his forties, dressed in casual clothes that spoke to a weekend spent lounging
comfortably.
He paused, catching sight of Amara's captivating features, and his gaze lingered just a tad too long. "And who
might this be?" he inquired, his voice dripping with curiosity.
Finnian's demeanor turned icy, his arm tightening protectively around Amara. "This is Amara," he stated, his
tone leaving no room for further questions. Recognition flickered across the man's face, a smile spreading as he
nodded. "Ah, Amara, of course! Here to join us for dinner, are you?"
Amara felt a wave of unease wash over her. It wasn't that the man's gaze was lecherous, but something about it
made her skin crawl. She had a hunch about his identity, and it only intensified her discomfort. She kept her lips
tightly sealed, offering no response.
Just then, a shrill voice cut through the tension. "Dinner? With her? Have you forgotten that she and Finnian are
no longer married? Why call her daughter-in- law and invite bad luck?"
Emma stormed into the room, her eyes boring into the man with an intensity that could set fire to stone. She was
so furious she seemed ready to lash out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis man, Finnian's father, Andrew, bore an air of once-genteel charm, now tarnished by Emma's barrage of
insults, especially in front of someone as striking as Amara. His face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
"Why are you always causing a scene? If I'd known you'd be here, | wouldn't have come," Andrew retorted, his
voice barely masking his irritation.
Emma's fury only grew at his retreat, and she lunged, her hands aiming for Andrew's face. He tried to dodge, but
her fury was relentless, and soon they were tangled in a chaotic dance of rage.
The household staff, momentarily stunned, scrambled to separate the feuding pair. Finnian, accustomed to such
domestic skirmishes, merely glanced at the scene with a detached disinterest before steering Amara towards the
door.
"I'll drive you back," he said, his voice steady.
"No need," Amara replied, shaking her head. "I drove here myself."
She recalled the tumultuous scene they just left behind and felt a pang of pity for Finnian "Your grandfathers
probably heard the commotion by now. You should go back and be with him."
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Finnian nodded, his expression softening. "Drive safe. Letknow when you get home."
Amara agreed, giving him a small wave as she headed to her car.
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