Chapter-20

The morning was sunny and chirpy, the soft rays of sun in-filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling window into the dining area. The table that last night was filled with deserts and delicious food, was now empty as Amara, Rhys, and Adrian sat around it, but the atmosphere was far from warm and inviting. Tension hung heavy in the air, like an unwelcome guest.

Amara's gaze flickered between the two men, her expression a reflection of her emotions. She didn’t know how or when she ended up in her bed, covered with warm sheets. Someone even changed her clothes. She somehow thought Martha had something to do with it. But she could not shake the ghost of touches on her skin. She had a vivid imagination of some tall and muscular man picking her up, and she snuggled closer to his hard chest.

Just thinking about that made her cheeks flush as she lowered her head. Another reason she couldn’t meet Rhys’s eyes.

Adrian looked at her with a heavy heart and cleared his throat. With much-needed c