"Be careful, sweetheart." Owen didn't bother to rub his forehead. Afraid she was hurt, he quickly went to check Anita first. "What are you doing?" he asked nervously without realizing how suggestive his words had been.
"I… I'm fine. Why are you calling me that?" Anita asked with a blush as she rubbed her forehead.
"What I called you? Is that the word sweetheart? I won't call it that again if you don't like it." Owen suddenly realized that maybe Anita minded him calling her that, so he quickly said.
She could only look at Owen and say speechlessly, "You… do whatever you want." Anita didn't know what to say when she heard Owen's answer. He really had the mindset of a straight man. Who asked girls this so directly?
Owen didn't know what she meant by whatever, but at that moment, he seemed to have gotten the hang of it. "Be good. I'll go make dinner first. You can rest a while. I know I tired you out last night."
