Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 672

Keith let out a cold laugh. “No. I just can’t stand him.”

Finnian watched Amara and Keith off in the corner.

Amara had taken Keith aside to talk privately, without saying a word to Finnian. The way she treated him differently stung deeply.

He knew that once Amara found out he’d fought with Keith, she’d definitely be angry at him. Even if it wasn’t clear who was at fault, he was sure Amara would blame him—she always took Keith’s side.

Soon, Amara and Keith seemed to finish talking and walked back together. Amara didn’t even glance at Finnian, and went upstairs with Keith.

Finnian opened his mouth, wanting to ask Amara to stay and talk to him, but he had no idea what to say. Amara probably didn’t want to talk to him anyway.

Amara took Keith to the guest room, but when she came back, she found Finnian still standing in the living room. Why was Finnian still here?

She instinctively paused when she saw him, then quickly reminded herself there was no reason to react like that, and turned back to her room.

Interacting with Finnian was getting more and more awkward. Still, it wouldn’t matter much longer—Finnian was about to get married. After the wedding, he probably wouldn’t come back to the old house so often, right?

And if he did keep showing up, she’d just have to move out.

The next morning, after getting ready, Amara headed downstairs for breakfast.

It was a little after eight; Finnian should have already left for work by now. But to her surprise, he was waiting in the dining room, blocking her way. “Did you and Keith break up?”

Amara froze for a moment. Running into Finnian this early was strange enough, but to have him come out with that question... She answered automatically, “Why do you ask?”

Keith noticed Finnian’s lips pressed tight in a thin, unhappy line, and a faint smirk appeared on his own lips.

He decided to twist the knife a little further, asking casually, “Mr. Everly, your wedding’s in three days, isn’t it? Congratulations, by the way.”

Finnian gave him a cool, dismissive look. “There’s nothing to congratulate me for.”

Keith’s smile widened. “Your wedding night is one of the great milestones in life. How could that not be worth celebrating? No need to be modest, Mr. Everly. I wish you and Ms. Porter happiness... Well, we’ll be heading out.”

With his arm still around Amara’s shoulders, Keith led her away. Finnian watched them go, slowly unclenching his fists, unable to say a word.

Every time he saw Keith and Amara together, it was torture. And yet there was nothing he could do about it. Was this really how things were going to be from now on?