Amara’s POV
The man looked at me with a dark brow furrowed. He was waiting for me to say something, but I turned my attention to James and hugged my husband in front of him.
“What happened to your face, my love?”
James answered, “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Is your brother going to sleep here tonight? I let the maid prepare the bed for him.” I said as I put my arms around James’ waist.
The man named Parker lowered his head and walked inside with a sigh. The maid assisted him inside, and I smiled at James and was about to kiss him, but he stopped me and asked, "How's Rosy?"
I bit my lower lip and said, "She's sleeping. She was going to wait for you, but I suppose it's for the best that she's asleep now—as she can't bear to see your face in this condition. Look at you, you look mise
