Here is the revised and polished trantion based on your instructions, preserving the cultural nuances and emotional tone from the original Chinese while making the conversation natural and familiar to an American audience:


    A wave of anger surged in Amara. She turned her head and said coldly, "Did you bring Finnian here?"


    Dorian was taken aback. He''d only texted Finnian ten minutes ago—how did he show up so fast? Was he already in the neighborhood?


    He finally let go of Elysia and, acting like he didn''t have a care in the world, strolled over and opened the door. "Finn, you''re here."


    Finnian walked in, giving Amara a quick once-over. When he saw she was unharmed, his expression eased and he asked, "What''s going on?"


    Both Dorian and Elysia were known for their fiery tempers their fights were never just shouting matches; sometimes things even got physical. Finnian never liked Amara getting involved. He always worried she''d get caught up if things got heated.


    Seeing Amara was unscathed, Finnian rxed, but he still stepped protectively in front of her, making his intentions crystal clear.


    Of course, Dorian noticed and scoffed. "Elysia''s pregnant-over two months already. And she never bothered to mention it to me..."


    His face darkened again as he spoke.


    Then he suddenly caught that Finnian looked utterly unfazed by the news.


    It hit him. His eyes went wide. "Wait, Finn, you already knew about this?"


    Finnian cast him a nce and replied honestly, "Yeah. I saw the ultrasound report back at your ce."


    He didn''t stop there, adding with a jab, "Maybe if you weren''t so oblivious, you would''ve picked up on it too."


    Dorian was left speechless.


    His face fell. "So you knew all along and kept it from me? You helped Amara cover for her? Seriously, you''d choose her over your friend?"


    He shot a resentful look at Amara as he spoke.


    The usation left Amara feeling awkward.


    What''s Dorian''s problem? If you have issues, go after Finnian. Why pull her into this out of nowhere?


    She set her jaw. "This is Ely''s home. She doesn''t want either of you here. Out, both of you."


    She figured Dorian would be hard to get rid of, but Finnian would probably go-and he''d take Dorian with him if need be. In that way, maybe Dorian calling Finnianov actually worked out for the best.


    At her words, Finnian gave her a sideways nce, then told Dorian, “Let''s go.”


    Dorian''s eyes nearly popped. "What''s that supposed to mean? Amara says jump and you jump? Are you really that whipped? If she tells you to turn left, you don''t dare turn right?"


    Now, it wasn''t just Amara looking annoyed-Finnian''s expression darkened too. No guy likes being called whipped in front of everybody.


    Even if a man''s all attentive at home,


    he still wants his dignity in


    public-especially someone like Finnian, who''s used to being in. charge He definitely didn''t want people thinking he was hempecked, even if, truth be told, he suspected he''d risk bing just that if Amara ever agreed to be with him.


    He grit his teeth. "What nonsense are you spouting? You''re the whipped one."


    When the conversation started to


    spiral in a ridiculous direction,


    Amara cut in sharply. "Can you guys please not do this here. This is Elysia''s ce. She has things to take care of and she needs to rest. If


    you want to argue, do it outside!"


    With that, she strode to the door, yanked it open, and fixed both men with a re.


    "Out. Now. Move it!"


    Dorian suddenly realized how badly he''d misjudged Amara.