Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 627

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“Character, and personality, too,” Amara said.

“There are plenty of men in this circle—most are either downright awful, or so arrogant and aloof that they’re impossible to get along with. But you’re warm and easy to talk to. Honestly, you’re a genuinely good person.”

To Amara, Hogan was one of the truly awful ones; Finnian wasn’t exactly bad, but he was proud and cold. Morgan, though, was gentle and approachable—being around him just felt comfortable.

Morgan looked at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

It was fortunate, he thought, that Amara already had a child. Otherwise, he might never be able to let her go.

“You’re a remarkable person yourself,” Morgan said sincerely.

Amara just smiled, not asking him what he found remarkable about her.

Right then, the dishes began to arrive one after another. They started eating, continuing their conversation as they enjoyed the meal.

After that, their topics wandered. Morgan stopped asking about Amara and instead shared more about himself—how he’d been consumed with work these past years, hardly dated at all, and how lately his family had been getting anxious, constantly setting him up on blind dates.

Some of those dates looked great on paper, but once they started talking, they discovered they had nothing in common—there was no way to keep the conversation going.

Others seemed wonderful in every way, except for certain quirks he just couldn’t accept.

Amara asked what kind of quirks, and Morgan said, “Obsessive cleanliness,” which made Amara laugh.

Amara pressed her lips together, not wanting to answer. Finnian’s intentions were as clear as day—anyone could see what he was up to.

What was his problem? All she wanted was a pleasant dinner with a friend; did he have to barge in and ruin it?

Sure enough, Finnian was irritated by this. “What do you mean, ‘not my business’? What’s so secretive?”

While the two of them sparred, Morgan simply watched.

And that look Finnian had given him earlier—it was full of suspicion and hostility. Was he seriously treating Morgan as a rival in love?