Under the Veil I Rule
Chapter 265

Amara gave Elysia a reassuring pat on the arm. "It's good you're thinking this way. If you want to be with him, then be with him, but always put your feelings first."

Elysia nodded, taking a big forkful of her Caesar salad, closing her eyes as she savored the flavors.

Amara was about two months into her pregnancy. Many women experience quite strong symptoms at this stage, but she was one of the lucky ones, only feeling nauseous once or twice a week, with hardly any other issues.

Her belly was still flat, and she moved around just as easily as before. So far, she felt no different than she had before getting pregnant.

Today was no exception. After finishing their meal, she and Elysia went shopping. Three hours later, both were feeling a bit exhausted, and they decided to head home.

It was just past nine in the evening, and the autumn night was dark. Amara

carefully climbed the stairs, holding the railing for support. As she inserted her key into the lock, she was suddenly enveloped in a pair of strong arms.

Startled, she almost screamed, but before she could, she found herself spun around and pressed against the wooden door.

In the moonlight streaming through the hallway window, a familiar face came into view. The scream died in her throat as she recognized him.

"Finnian, what are you doing?"

Finnian looked down at her, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. Amara wrinkled her nose. "Have you been drinking?"

He didn't answer, just pulled her closer.

He towered over Amara, his broad shoulders easily enveloping her small frame. He rested his chin against her neck, nuzzling slightly, his lips brushing against her

ear.

Amara felt a shiver run through her, though her heart raced with apprehension. She pushed at his shoulders. "Finnian, you've had too much to drink. Let me take

you home."

She

and Sure what had happened,

but it

clear Finnian was drunk

gout. It seemed best to get him home as soon as possible.

Still nestled against her neck, he mumbled, "I'm not going anywhere." Amara sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.

She reached behind her to open the door, guiding him inside.

Once inside, she closed the door and

doff her shoes, all while

slipped off her shoes, all while

Finnian stood in the hallwayne

SWI

gaze unfocused and hazy

Turning to him, Amara saw the glassy look in his eyes and knew for sure he was

drunk. She pressed her lips together tightly.

"Amara," Finnian murmured, running a hand gently across her cheek.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

She brushed his hand away and silently led him to the living room settling him onto the couch before heading to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of cold water.

In one swift motion, she flung the water in his face.

Finnian blinked rapidly, water dripping from his handsome features, still sitting on the couch, staring up at her in shock.

With a thud, Amara set the glass down on the coffee table, her voice icy. "Finnian, are you sober now?"

His eyes slowly focused, and he stood up, wiping the water from his chin, looking at her with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sober now," he admitted, his voice slow and deliberate.