His Ex-wife Is An Heiress novel Chapter 21

“You enjoying the event?”

Amara’s fork froze midair, and she turned, her eyes falling upon none other than Helios Edgar, Tobias’s closest acquaintance till date.

“Hello, Amara.” He greeted her and offered her a warm smile.

Amara returned his smile, although it was more forced than sincere. “It’s nice seeing you here, Helios. And yes, I’m enjoying the event.”

“That’s great.” He took a seat beside her and Amara visibly looked disturbed by his presence. “May I sit?” He asked upon noticing her expression.

“You’ve already done so. So please, make yourself comfortable.” Saying this, she turned her attention away, looking everywhere but the blonde male sited beside her because in all honesty, she had no intention of having a conversation with Helios.

“Thank you.” He said and reached out to fill his cup, then hers, but she was quick to stop him.

“I think I’ve had enough for the night. Thank you.” She said politely, although she was screaming inwardly, wanting to get rid of the man.

“Alright, if you insist.” He pulled his hand away and settled it back down on the table. “So, Amara, what have you been doing since the divorce?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” She said, not bothering to hide the hostility in her tone.

Helios, however, didn’t seem affected by her rudeness, nor the tone she was using. Instead, he merely chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “Ever the secretive one. I liked that about you. As a matter of fact,” He paused, staring into her blue eyes with his own brown ones. “I like everything about you,” Another pause. This time around, he seemed to think over something before continuing. “Amara, what would you say if I told you that I have feelings for you. Always have. Huh?” He confessed.

Solid ten seconds went by before Amara laughed.

“Sorry, but I’m not interested.” She bluntly declined his advances, her gaze not once breaking away from his.

As she walked, phone held near her ear as she concluded a conversation with Duncan, her soon to be assigned assistant, she heard the sound of footsteps.

At first, she assumed they were those of a passerby and didn’t think much of it. However, the closer the steps got, the more alert she became and when the footsteps had gotten far too close for comfort, she spun around and swerved to the side, missing Fiona’s outstretched arms by just a hair’s inch.

The action however, resulted in Fiona, who clearly had the intention of pushing her in, stumbling forward and falling straight into the water.

The moment she surfaced, the water that had entered her nose, throat and mouth had her choking and Amara indifferently watched her from where she stood.

“Amara,” Fiona cried her name and glared up at her, her mascara running down her cheeks, making her look like a raccoon.

Amara chuckled at the sight. “You really shouldn’t wear mascara when swimming, it could get in your eyes and blind you. Not only that, the color black and chlorine water, isn’t exactly a great combination.”