“Alright, you can treat me,” Morgan said generously. “You pick the restaurant. I’m easy—I’ll eat anything.”
Amara thought for a moment. “There’s a nice place nearby. Let’s go there.”
She was referring to the same restaurant Finnian had taken her to before. Morgan didn’t mind, so he drove them there, following Amara’s directions.
They entered the restaurant side by side, and a waiter led them inside.
The restaurant owner happened to walk by. He paused when he saw them, a knowing, slightly amused smile appearing on his face. He quickly texted Finnian: “Finn, guess who I just spotted?”
After sending the message, he even snapped a photo of Amara and Morgan from behind and sent it along as well.
Once Amara and Morgan were settled in a private dining room, they picked up the menus and started to order. While they waited for the food, Morgan asked, “You’ve had a lot going on lately. Want to tell me about it?”
His tone was gentle and relaxed, making Amara feel like she was talking to a friend. It put her at ease.
Honestly, setting aside all the complicated romantic stuff, Amara thought Morgan would make a great friend.
She considered for a moment, then said, “It’s actually pretty simple. I’m pregnant. I can’t tell you who the father is, but it’s definitely not Keith. Keith didn’t really mind, so for a while we were planning to get married.”
“But right before the wedding, something unexpected happened—someone exposed the news about my pregnancy. His family couldn’t accept it, so we had to call off the wedding. That’s basically what happened.”
Morgan let out a low whistle. “So Keith knew you were pregnant and still wanted to marry you? He must really love you.”


“In hindsight, I should have told him the truth back then—that I was pregnant. That way, you wouldn’t have gotten pulled into this. I was too timid at the time.”
Amara felt that many people had made mistakes in this situation, but Morgan was definitely an innocent party—the one she felt most sorry for.

His meaning was clear: because they hadn’t spent much time together, his feelings hadn’t gone too deep, and he had already moved on. That set Amara’s mind at ease.
“You really are a good person,” Amara blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What makes you say that?”

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