Amelia Clarke lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, then lowered her brows and haphazardly chose a couple of dishes.
Owen Moreland's handsome brows furrowed momentarily, but he said nothing and merely added a few more dishes to the order.
During the wait for their meal.
Owen Moreland leaned back in his chair, eyeing the clearly displeased young woman in front of him, "Unhappy because I didn't let you wipe my pants?"
Amelia bit her lip and remained silent.
It was not as simple as not letting her wipe his pants. His cold face at that moment had been frightening!
Owen Moreland didn't say anything more, just watching her.
Soon, all the dishes were served.
Benjamin Richardson came to the dining area to eat as well, seated at a table apart from them.
After dinner, the three of them went upstairs to return to their rooms together.
The two rooms were adjacent to each other.
Benjamin Richardson reached into his pocket and pulled out two room cards, handing one to Owen Moreland.
