The two parted ways.
Amelia Clarke returned to her seat, her face expressionless and seemingly composed, yet her heartbeat felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.
Casting a sidelong glance at Owen Moreland, she noticed that his face remained unchanged, as calm and collected as ever.
It was as if the person who was just holding her and making those ambiguous moves wasn't him at all, like they were two different people.
Amelia lowered her eyelashes.
This man, he's quite the actor.
Half an hour later, they finished their meal and left.
The night breeze was slightly chilly, and Amelia shivered involuntarily.
The next instant, a jacket carrying the warmth and scent of a man landed on her shoulders.
Amelia turned to look at Owen Moreland, "Thank you."
Owen didn't make a sound but drew her closer into his embrace with his arm around her shoulder.
When they reached the parking area, Owen helped Amelia open the car door, and just as she was about to get in...
