Amelia was already somewhat nervous before meeting Owen Moreland's family, how could she not be tense after being scrutinized by Owen's grandmother and father like that?
She just hid it well.
Her gaze shifted, falling on Owen's face.
Perhaps it was discomfort somewhere in his body—his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, as sharp as a blade.
Amelia's heart ached with sadness and sympathy.
She reached out and gently smoothed out the "Sichuan" wrinkle between his brows.
Owen's eyebrows slowly relaxed.
Amelia held his hand against her cheek, feeling somewhat guilty inside.
Although she was unclear about what exactly had happened, she knew that Owen must have had the accident while on his way to pick her up. In the end, his accident had something to do with her.
Thinking of this only intensified the throbbing pain in her heart.
Fortunately, Owen wasn't seriously injured, or else... she shuddered to think further.
