Mr. Kevin Everly looked Keith up and down.
This young man was tall, good-looking, and—despite Ama already having a child—still willing to marry her. His sincerity was obvious. Mr. Everly was so pleased with Keith that he couldn’t help but smile warmly when he saw him.
“Ama is upstairs in her room. Let me take you up to see her,” Mr. Kevin Everly said happily.
Keith was, after all, a well-known figure. Earlier, while he was talking to Finnian downstairs, a few maids had seen him from upstairs and squealed with excitement, which was how Mr. Everly found out Keith had arrived.
He immediately thought of Finnian, who was still downstairs. Knowing how petty Finnian could be, Mr. Everly figured he wouldn’t let Keith in, so he came down to greet him personally.
Without even glancing at Finnian or that unlucky woman beside him, Mr. Everly took Keith by the arm and started toward the door.
“Grandpa.” Finnian stepped in front of them, his face dark. “Why are you out so late at night?”
He moved forward, blocking Keith’s way. Seeing this, Mr. Everly couldn’t help but let out a frustrated laugh.
“Move aside. I might be old, but I’m not dead. Why shouldn’t I be out at night? I’m taking Ama’s fiancé upstairs to see her. Go do whatever you need to do.”
Compared to Keith, Finnian seemed even less pleasing to him.
Keith was so much better: warm toward Ama and completely genuine.
Finnian, on the other hand, was involved with that annoying actress—just seeing her was irritating.
Amara shook her head honestly. “No, I didn’t. I’m just as surprised as you are. He’s always disliked Liliana, so I assumed he didn’t like actors. Anyway, what brings you here?”
Keith sat on the sofa, poured himself some water, and was silent for a while before looking up at her with a serious expression. “Amara, let’s go ahead and get married. Let’s just treat what happened today as if it never happened…”
“No, not as if it never happened. Those comments online will still be there, but we can just ignore them. They won’t change anything between us.”
Amara was taken aback—how could they even consider marriage after everything that happened? Getting Edith and Nathan’s approval would be nearly impossible.
She didn’t respond right away, but her face clearly showed what she was thinking.
Keith frowned, stepped forward, and gently took her hand. In a low voice, he said, “Are you thinking about not getting married anymore? Because I’m telling you now, that’s not going to happen.”

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