Under the Veil I Rule
Chapter 203

For some reason, Amara had a bad feeling. She jumped up from the couch, ready to go answer the door. She hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when the door swung open on its own.

Keith, tall and imposing, leaned casually against the doorway, his gaze fixed on Finnian inside the room. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Everly in a bit of a pickle," he drawled. "A busy man like you, I heard you're gonna be hospital-bound for a week-must be quite the setback, huh?"

He sauntered in, ignoring Finnian's less-than-friendly glare, and made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Amara, why are you standing around? Come and have a seat."

Keith sprawled out on the couch like he owned the place, legs spread wide, gesturing for Amara to join him. Then he turned his attention back to Finnian, whose expression was stormy.

"Got our Ama playing caregiver, huh? That's not exactly fair play, is it? Ama's got a proper job, you know. This little arrangement of yours is really putting her out- she's just too polite to say so, but I'm not. I'll say it for her. Right, Ama?"

He turned to Amara, grinning, the latter at a loss for words.

Keith's rapid-fire comments had Finnian's face turning an even darker shade, and the tension in the room was palpable.

Amara walked over, nudged Keith with her foot, and said, "Get up, out you go."

Keith clutched his leg, groaning theatrically. "Ouch, ouch, I just finished a wire stunt and I'm still sore."

Amara rolled her eyes.

"Weren't you the one who did a wire stunt in the morning and then wanted to run a marathon in the afternoon? Quit faking it, get up."

Finnian observed the scene from the side. This vibrant and slightly feisty version of Amara was new to him.

In his mind, Amara had always been gentle, kind and somewhat easy to take advantage of. Over time, he realized she was principled and could stand up for herself when it mattered, but overall, she was still quite soft-spoken.

But now, she seemed so lively, almost like a different person. Finnian watched, his fingers unconsciously curling into a fist.

"Amara, get him a glass of water."

A few seconds later, his tense expression relaxed a bit, though his gaze remained cold.

"Guests shouldn't be neglected," he said.

Amara felt her lips twitching, a bit on edge. Why were these two speaking in such a passive-aggressive manner?

Sure enough, Keith took her hand,

looking Finnian in the eye as he uttered, "No need for that, Ama's already exhausted being here. She doesn't have to wait on anyone. Besides, I don't need that. When we're together, I'm the one taking care of her."

With those words, the atmosphere turned even colder.

Finnian pulled back the covers, got out of bed, and walked over to Amara. He

gently but firmly pried Amara's hand away from Keith's grip.

"You're not exactly up with the times, are you? You know, you can hire someone

to take care of you both; why do it yourself?"

Finnian stood in front of Keith, his presence seeming to tower over him. He pulled Amara behind him protectively and said, "Why don't you take a seat on the bed? I'll have a chat with him."

Amara was baffled. Finnian was the patient here; he should be the one resting on

the bed. Why did he want her to sit there instead?