The words he had yet to say were silenced as Owen Moreland rubbed her head with a smile and remained silent.
Amelia Clarke was persistent, "I don't need so many clothes, just this one set I'm wearing, okay?"
Owen Moreland took her hand and patted it comfortingly, still saying nothing.
Amelia Clarke pursed her lips and decided to tell the salesperson on her own initiative, "Just pack up my clothes; I only want this set I'm wearing."
The salesperson looked towards Owen Moreland.
This man clearly held a dominant position, with the power to decide.
Owen Moreland didn't disappoint the salesperson and said, "Pack them all."
Amelia Clarke: "..."
While skillfully packing the clothes, the salesperson complimented her half-jokingly and respectfully, "Madam, your husband has great taste. These items are our latest releases this year and fit you as if they were tailor-made, absolutely perfect..."
