Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 163

"Hahaha," Amara laughed. "Don’t say it like that. But seriously, many people are amazed. I've heard whispers about how Finnian puts up with all this."

"This must be quite embarrassing for the Everly family, huh?" she speculated, “Hope it’ll work tonight.”

They shared the latest gossip, chatting and dancing effortlessly, their chemistry undeniable, seemingly inseparable.

Just then, Keith's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen and uttered, "It's my agent. I need to take this call."

"Alright, find a quiet spot. I'll come with you."

They left the dance floor, climbing the spiral staircase together.

Meanwhile, Celeste and Hogan had been watching them closely. Seeing them head upstairs, Celeste’s eyes darkened. "They're definitely going up there to make out, don't you think? I need to find a way to capture some evidence."

"I’ll go. I’m more discreet," Hogan volunteered immediately.

"Fine. But just taking photos isn’t enough. It’d be better if everyone could witness it firsthand.”

A malicious glint flickered in Celeste’s eyes, as cold as a snake.

Hogan lowered his voice. "What’s your plan this time?"

"Here’s what we’ll do."

She leaned in, whispering her scheme, and Hogan's eyes lit up. "That’s brilliant. Let’s do it."

Upstairs, Keith stood by the window, on the phone, with Amara waiting nearby.

A few minutes later, Keith ended the call, frowning. "They want me to come over again. This job is really getting on my nerves."

Amara chuckled. "You earn so much money, and yet you complain about them wanting to reach you anytime? You're being unreasonable."

Grasping his wrist, she inquired, "Mr. Everly, what are you doing?"

Finnian released her, his eyes studying her with an inscrutable intensity.

“What’s the matter? My wife shows up with another man at a party, and I can’t even check in?”

Amara paused, a hint of sarcasm playing at her lips.

"Mr. Everly, that’s quite amusing. Have you ever really seen me as your wife?"

Finnian didn’t reply, just continued to watch her.

Under the dim lighting of the rooftop, only a single bulb illuminated their corner. Amara’s eyes, though clear and bright, had a captivating depth that seemed to draw people in.