Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 699

“We both know nothing ever happened between us. My child has nothing to do with you, so please don’t overthink it.”

Finnian gazed quietly into Amara’s eyes.

He understood exactly what she meant, and deep down, he knew it was true. Yet, he still asked softly, “Really?”

Without warning, a wave of hurt swept over Amara, and she pressed her lips together tightly.

“Of course it’s true. You were gone for three years. Every time I tried to see you, you refused to meet me. How could anything have happened between us?”

Finnian was suddenly reminded of his own actions. Flustered, he reached out and took Amara’s hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way back then…”

“I told you, there’s no need to apologize. We only got married for appearances’ sake—it wasn’t a real marriage. It didn’t matter that you didn’t come home. I just want to make it clear: nothing ever happened between us. So please, don’t let your imagination get the better of you,” Amara said, closing her eyes as she spoke.

“You should go. We’re leaving too.”

She gave Finnian a determined look, then turned and walked away with Elysia and Tina.

Finnian watched Amara’s retreating figure, feeling miserable.

Maybe he really had misunderstood. Yesterday, Tina had only glanced at him a few times; she hadn’t said anything unusual. It was Edith’s words later that planted doubts in his mind.

But, more than anything, Finnian knew the real reason: he longed for a connection with Amara, which made it impossible for him not to read too much into things.

He was frustrated with himself. How could he have been so foolish?

Thinking about what Amara had said, he realized she had her own frustrations and helplessness too.

“The ceremony was supposed to be at noon, but since you were gone all night and I was worried there wouldn’t be enough time to prepare, I’ve postponed it to five this evening.”

“Who holds a wedding in the evening? Only second marriages are held at night…”

Emma couldn’t help but start complaining again, but Finnian interrupted her coldly, “It is my second marriage. What’s wrong with that?”

Emma bristled. “How is this your second marriage? What you had with Amara wasn’t a real marriage. This is your first!”

Finnian’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile.

“Amara and I had a wedding ceremony and signed a marriage license. Legally and socially, we were husband and wife. How was that not a real marriage?”