Owen Moreland's large hand just froze midair.
His gaze darkened slightly.
Amelia Clarke knew her reaction was a bit much, a bit wounding to one's pride, especially for someone like Owen Moreland who was always flattered and fawned over, accustomed to others' compliance, and found it hard to accept any form of non-compliance.
But she didn't mean to.
If she hadn't dodged, wouldn't he have ended up with a hand covered in grease?
On second thought, Amelia felt both embarrassed and her face turned red.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and tense.
After a moment, Amelia was the first to speak, "That… Are you hungry? Let me treat you to some late-night snacks?"
Owen Moreland calmly withdrew his empty hand and slipped it into his pocket.
Hearing Amelia's offer, he asked calmly and indifferently, "What would you like to eat?"
Amelia thought for a moment and said, "I know a place nearby with delicious sweet dumplings, do you want to try?"
