NovelHubKeith had been here before for a shoot, so he knew the terrain was tricky. A few years back, developers had dug
up the land, leaving behind dangerous pits. Falling into one could mean getting buried alive under collapsing dirt
and rocks.
So, when he heard that Amara had fallen into one of those unpredictable pits, worry gnawed at him.
He, along with Will and the others, raced over there. As they ran, Keith's mind was racing too. He made a silent
vow: if Amara cout of this unscathed, he'd accept whatever life threw at him.
Even if she had a kid with Finnian, so what? Kids eventually went off to school, then college, leaving the nest. It
wouldn't change much in the grand scheme.
And Amara saying she wasn't ready for marriage? That was just past heartbreak talking. Keith thought if he put
in the effort to win Amara over, showering her with tenderness, surely she'd caround.
Even if she didn't, he'd keep trying. Persistence would pay off eventually. Once he figured all this out, Keith felt a
weight lift off his shoulders.
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At this point, whether or not Amara had a child didn't matter. The priority was being there for her, helping her
heal from her previous heartbreak, supporting her through the pregnancy, and maybe finding the right moment
to confess his feelings.
Unaware of Keith's internal resolution, Amara returned to her room. She immediately peeled off her dirt-covered
clothes and headed for the shower.
After a thorough scrub with shower gel, she finally felt clean. She rinsed off, got dressed, and stepped out of the
bathroom.
It was eleven at night. Ordinarily, with an early shoot the next day, she'd be climbing into bed soon. But today
had been extraordinary. Amara decided to jot it all down; it might serve as inspiration someday.
She opened her laptop and started typing. After about thirty minutes, she had captured the day's events. She
closed the laptop and prepared for bed.
Then ca knock at the door, echoing loudly in the quiet night. Amara paused, glancing at the tfrom her
laptop. It was 11:40. Who could be visiting at this hour?
She pushed her chair back and went to the door, asking, "Who's there?"
"It's me."
The magnetic deep voice cthrough the door, a familiar one. Amara bit her lip. What was he doing here?
She glanced down to ensure her
thick bathrobe was securely tiedet
Finding nothing amiss, she opened the door. "Mr. Everly, is something wrong?"
Why was Finnian here so late? Was he checking on her after the rescue? She hadn't expected such kindness from
him.
"I wanted to see how you were doing," he replied, surprisingly aligned to what she'd assumed. "May | cin?"
"Oh, sure, Mr. Everly, cin."
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Amara silently chided herself. How could she be so slow on the uptake? Her rescuer was here, and she had left
him standing outside instead of ushering him in.
Then again, it was late, and she was a woman living alone. Inviting a man into her apartment at this hour wasn't
exactly ideal.
"Mr. Everly, have a seat. Would you like swater? I'll get you a glass."
Amara turned to find a glass, eventually locating a new paper cup. She filled it
with water from the kettle.
As Finnian watched Amara bustling
around for him, his gaze deepened
at the fealization that she was
treating him better now than when he'd been hospitalized.
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