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Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Lucian always saw Amara as a true savior. So, whenever he saw Liliana and Finnian giving her a hard time, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of indignation rising within him.
He glared at Liliana, his words as sharp as a knife. “Is that your husband? No, that’s someone else’s. You know it pretty well, yet you still call him yours. How shameless can you be?”
Liliana froze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She’d never been insulted like this before. She lifted her eyes, almost on the brink of tears. “Finn.”
“Take back what you just said.”
Finnian’s gaze was grim, but his presence exuded an undeniable aura of grace and authority, one that could easily overshadow Lucian’s.
But Lucian, having grown up on the rough streets and involved in countless brawls, wasn’t fazed by mere presence. He locked eyes with Finnian, unyielding, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.
“Take it back? Did I say anything wrong?” he retorted with a sardonic edge.
Finnian’s expression grew even colder. “Right or wrong, you have no right to say it.”
“And what if I did say it?” Lucian clenched his jaw. “Are you going to threaten me like you did Amara to change her script?”
Lucian was a man who’d fought his way up from the bottom with his fists, and he lived by a straightforward code. Unlike others who would act all smooth and slick, he always spoke his mind about everything, often putting others in uncomfortable situations.
Finnian’s gaze grew even darker, his menacing aura nothing but dread, and Liliana clung to him like a delicate vine seeking shelter, the two of them seemingly a perfect pair.
Lucian’s gaze was fixed on them deadly, his fists gradually tightening. Amara watched the scene unfold, her lips drain of color inch by inch.
Finnian was always fiercely protective of Liliana. Amara knew that if Lucian had only been mocking Finnian, he might have brushed it off. But insulting Liliana was something Finnian couldn’t tolerate.
Yet, Lucian was only standing up for her, which made it hard for Amara to just stand by, even if she didn’t agree with his methods.
She approached Lucian, tugging his arm and said in a lowered voice, “Don’t do this, okay? Let’s just go.”
Finnian found his eyes lingering on Amara’s hand gripping Lucian’s arm, unable to look away.
“Finn,” Liliana uttered as she tugged on his sleeve, her lifted eyes searching his. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
Finnian’s gaze, which was fixed on Amara’s profile, was frigid, some unidentifiable emotion stirring within him.
Liliana bit her lip, sensing something was off with Finnian but unable to put a finger on it. Her instincts screamed that they shouldn’t continue this confrontation.
She clutched his arm, pleading, “Let’s leave. I don’t want to argue with them anymore.”
Finnian’s expression remained stony, ignoring Liliana’s gentle tugging and staying silent.
Amara surmised that to an outsider, it probably looked like two men were squaring off while two women tried to break it up. She felt helpless by the whole scene.
Seeing that Lucian still wasn’t budging, Amara leaned closer, whispering some words into his ear. Finally, his demeanor softened a bit, and Amara grabbed his wrist, leading him away from the tension.
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