Chapter 20

Darlington Briggs;

I stayed in the living room; shortly after, I had dismissed the maid away to go upstairs and deliver the dinner to Amara.

I wouldn't accept her as my wife, although I knew my father wasn't joking. I wasn't a kid to be swayed about. I am 30 years old, not a young boy for my father to control anyhow he pleased.

I remember not with my phone as I had rushed out of the sitting room and went downstairs to inform the maid. Growing tired, I went upstairs to my sitting room again to get my phone and change my purple T-shirt and black pants into a warm night robe.

I needed to take my evening bath, and I thought about using a guest room downstairs as I didn't want to share my space with Amara.

I got into my sitting room, as the entire mansion was now eerie silent. It was past 11 pm, yet my family and I were still awake because we now had a new addition to our home.

She comfortably sat on the couch and ate her food on a small stool placed at her front. She licked her fingers an