Under the Veil I Rule
Chapter 185

Soon, the door swung open, and there stood Finnian.

He was wearing a black robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a well-toned chest that screamed masculinity. Amara immediately lowered her gaze and said, "Mr. Everly, I'm here."

Finnian lifted her chin, his eyes locking onto her face. "You're late."

Pulling away, Amara glanced at her phone. "Only by two minutes. Does that really count?"

"Of course, it does."

Finnian pulled her inside, pressing her against the door frame, his arms on either side of her. "Haven't you heard the saying 'time is money'?"

Amara was at a loss.

This man was impossible!

Amara thought for a moment and replied, "Last time we went to finalize our divorce, Mr. Everly, you stood me up without a word. This time, I was a tad tardy. So, let's call it even."

Finnian hadn't expected her to bring that up and was momentarily taken aback. Slowly, a smile crept onto his lips. "Alright, we're even."

He hadn't really intended to make a big deal out of the two minutes; he was just teasing her.

With a swift motion, he scooped Amara up and strode into the room, laying her down on the soft bed.

From the moment he suddenly picked her up, Amara's mind went blank. Everything happened so quickly, and by the time she processed it, his weight was already pressing down on her.

Finnian's knees and elbows were propped beside her. He seemed freshly showered, carrying the scent of soap and shampoo mixed with a warm, masculine aroma that was almost intoxicating. Amara felt a bit dizzy.

But this was all happening too fast. She hadn't even said what she came to say. This wasn't right.

"Mr. Everly."

His lips descended on hers, cutting her off.

This kiss was unlike the rough ones before; it was gentle, almost tender. Finnian seemed to be savoring it.

Yet, through the mask, the pleasure

was limited. Finnian soon grew unsatisfied and attempted to remove her mask. Amara startled, and held his hand. "Mr. Everly!"

He lifted his head, his eyes slightly reddened with desire. "What, you don't want

to?"

Amara froze for a moment.

Finnian had seen the photos of her scars-ugly and shocking; even she found them repulsive.

Surely, given Finnian's sharpness,

We forgotten her real

appearance so soon. Why

he

wanther to remove the he

She admitted that with the mask on, she still held a certain allure, so it was natural for him to desire her. But Without it, wouldn't he be disgusted?

"Forget it."

Seeing her hesitate, Finnian took it as her rejection, so he didn't push it. He

cupped her cheeks and kissed her again.

Amara's body felt feverish, and she was incredibly thirsty.

She knew what she was yearning for-she wanted to remove the mask. But she couldn't.

Gently, she pushed Finnian's face away, and he shifted to her ear, continuing his kisses.

Amara felt half her body going numb as she clung to Finnian's robe, saying, "Mr. Everly, can we talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Finnian asked, not bothering to lift his head.

Amara stared up at the dark ceiling, trying hard to ignore the sensations coursing through her.

"Mr. Everly, can I ask what your intentions are? Why did you make such a request?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Finnian replied swiftly. "What's wrong with sleeping with my wife?"