His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 94

Her words had an Insulting effect on Amara, no matter how much she tried to ignore or block them out.

And Tobias, as usual, stood and watched the entire thing transpire.

Amara felt the small side of her that believed in him crack.

“And who said she’s alone?”

The voice came from behind. To Tobias and his clique, it sounded unfamiliar, but to Amara, it was a very familiar voice.

She turned around, watching as Elijah, who was wearing a black suit, slowly made his way towards her.

When he reached her, he placed an arm around her waist and Amara, who was caught off guard, looked at him.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

The question was directed at Tobias and his family.

Giselle, Fiona and Celestine all looked stunned to see Elijah. He was unbelievably handsome, someone out of Amara’s league, they believed.

As for Tobias, he glared. He wasn’t the least bit pleased to see the stranger’s arm around Amara’s waist.

“So?” He pressed when no one answered him. “Am I?”

“No, of course not.” Giselle replied with a forced smile. “We were just having a friendly chat.”

Elijah glanced down at Amara. When he noticed the surprise in her eyes, he gently tugged on her waist, urging her to play along just like he had played along back at the restaurant.

“Are they friends of yours, Mara?”

Amara was a little surprised at his sudden use of a nick name. However, she soon shook her head. “Not at all.”

“You…!” Giselle intended to raise her voice, but was silenced by a single glare from Elijah.

In seconds, his usual smile was back. “Since they aren’t, shall we head in? I assume you’ve chatted enough with them.”

Amara didn’t hesitate to nod. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.”

With one final nasty stare in Giselle’s direction, she turned around and walked off with Elijah, leaving Tobias fo goatee after them.

“Ha, that shameless thing,” Giselle huffed. “It hasn’t even been three months since your divorce, yet she’s already going around the city with another man. Shameless!”

“Please don’t think bad of Amara, mother,” Celestine began, sounding like a saint. “Everyone’s got to look for a way to survive. Perhaps, loving off men money, is Amara’s way of surviving.”