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 uncomfortable, 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 seemed completely oblivious, striding down the hall with her in his arms. He entered another private room and set her down, placing 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?”

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