Amara, though facing away from them, had her ears perked up, catching every word of their conversation.
Finnian didn't contradict Keith, which was a clear sign of agreement. Amara's lips curled into a deeper, colder smile, though a pang of bitterness flickered in her heart. She quickly squashed it down.
Just as Finnian was about to speak, Liliana approached with a smile. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Just chatting about how you had a little cold, nothing serious, yet Mr. Everly still came to keep you company. You two are really sweet," Keith replied.
Liliana gave a genuine smile. "It's okay. I heard Ms. Sullivan also caught a cold. Is this medicine for her?" She glanced at the cold medicine on the table. "You really care about Ms. Sullivan."
"Of course, if I don't care about Ama, who else would I care about?" Keith said casually.
While Keith was in a generally relaxed and cheerful state, Finnian's expression grew increasingly dark.
The two stood facing each other, and it was as if the space was divided into two halves—one bathed in warm sunlight and the other frigid as the Arctic. Even outsiders could feel the inexplicable tension in the air.
Amara felt a bit uneasy and turned to tug on Keith's sleeve. "Let's find a quiet spot. I'll explain the plot to you."
This was clearly an excuse, but Keith was more than happy to let Amara lead him away. "Sure, let's go."
"Wait a moment." Finnian stopped them as they were about to leave.
"Saturday at 5 PM, Grandpa is hosting a gathering at Vera Lodge. You should come," Finnian said, looking at Amara's profile.
Amara nodded. "Lisa already told me. I'll be there on time."
With that, she led Keith away.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Under the Veil I Rule