“No, thank you, Mr. Everly. I can find a place to eat on my own. I should go now,” Amara said immediately.
“There’s a really good restaurant I know. I’m sure you’ll love it. I’ve been meaning to take you there. Let’s go try it.”
Ignoring her protest, Finnian released her, fastened her seatbelt for her, and then stepped on the gas, driving off.
Amara was stunned. How could this man be so presumptuous? Couldn't he see she wanted to leave? She was starting to get angry.
But the car was already moving. Finnian drove with a calm, focused expression. Amara stared at his profile, thinking how infuriating he was, but there was nothing she could do.
She sighed and resigned herself to it. She was, in fact, a little hungry. Since becoming pregnant, she found herself feeling hungry more often, as if the baby inside was letting her know it was time to eat.
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant Finnian had mentioned.
It was a traditional Chinese restaurant, but instead of specializing in a single regional cuisine like Cantonese or Hunan, it offered a fusion of dishes from all over the country. Simply put, you could find almost any Chinese dish you wanted there.
They were shown to a private room, and Finnian handed her the thick menu. “The place is a bit plain, but the food is very authentic. And the spicy dishes are perfectly seasoned—they won’t upset your stomach. Order a few of your favorites.”
Amara glanced around. The restaurant was a standard eatery, its decor neither new nor old—just ordinary. It was hardly what she would call “plain.”
Finnian was truly from a wealthy family; his standards were completely different from an ordinary person’s.
She pushed these useless thoughts aside and focused on the menu, checking off several dishes she liked.



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