He knew Amara had a sensitive stomach and had seen her in pain before. His greatest fear was her stomach acting up, as it usually meant hours of agony for her.


    Amara actually felt much better after throwing up. It was just the sour smell of the vomit that was making her ufortable, and what made it worse was having Finnian right there.


    "I''m fine now, Mr. Everly," she said. “Let''s just leave."


    Finnian agreed, then swept her up into his arms and walked out.


    Amara was shocked. "Mr. Everly, put me down! I''m perfectly fine!"


    Why on earth did this man suddenly pick her up...?


    As they left the room, the waiters in the hallway turned to stare at them in surprise. Amara''s face burned with embarrassment, and she wished more than ever that she could disappear.


    But Finnian seemedpletely oblivious, striding down the hall with her in his arms. He entered another private room and set her down, cing a hand on her stomach. "Is your stomach hurting? I''ll call a doctor right now. Just hang in there."


    Amara was mortified. She had just thrown up, and Finnian was making such a big deal out of it.


    Finally, she had no choice but to tell him the truth. "Mr. Everly, it''s not a stomach ache. It''s morning sickness. I feel much better now that I''ve thrown up. I''m really fine."


    The words "morning sickness" hung in the air, and Finnian''s expression instantly tensed.


    He had been deliberately trying to avoid thinking about Amara''s pregnancy. As long as he didn''t think about it, he could deceive himself.


    But now, Amara had brought up the very thing he had been trying to forget. A sour, heavy feeling spread through his chest, and it was deeply unpleasant.


    "So what now? Are you feeling better?"


    Despite his own difort, he was still worried about Amara. He knelt beside her and asked.


    Amara shook her head. "I''m much better, Mr. Everly. Please, get up.”


    Finnian had ced her on a chair but remained kneeling by her side, holding her hand. It made Amara feel very uneasy.


    Finnian stood up and went to ask a waiter for a pot of hot water. He then poured a cup himself, blew on it to cool it down, and handed it to Amara.


    "Here, drink some water. You should rehydrate after getting sick."


    When he had gone out to ask for the water, he had discreetly asked an older-looking waitress if she had ever had children.


    When she said yes, he asked a few questions about morning sickness. The waitress smiled and told him it was a verymon urrence and ave not to worry too much, which had


    put his mind at ease.


    Amara took the warm water and drank a cup, feeling much better. Remembering Finnian''s worried expression, she said sincerely, "Mr. Everly, thank you for your concern."


    "It''s nothing, as long as you''re feeling better," Finnian said in a low voice.


    Amara closed her eyes. She could feel that Finnian genuinely cared about her, but the more he cared, the more conflicted she felt.


    She thought to herself that all of this would be resolved once she married Keith and Finnian married Liliana.


    As for now, she suspected this man didn''t even understand his own feelings.


    Soon, they left the restaurant, and Finnian drove Amara back to the estate. Lying in bed, Ammara tossed and turned, but her thoughts were no longer on Finnian. They were on Keith.


    She definitely couldn''t let Keith give up his career for a sham marriage with her. But


    Keith was so stubborn. What was she going to do?


    They had fought earlier that day, and


    Keith''s stance was firm: he was determined to leave the


    entertainment industry. Amara felt


    like she was at aplete loss as to how to get through to him.