He wrapped one of the milk teas in a towel and tucked it inside Amelia Clarke's T-shirt, pressing it against her lower abdomen, and inserted a straw into the other cup before handing it to her.
Amelia Clarke watched in a daze as he did all this.
Her heart suddenly felt warm as well.
Looking at the pack of sanitary pads placed on the sofa, Amelia Clarke suddenly had the illusion that Owen Moreland was just an ordinary person, that they were in an ordinary relationship. He would eat her leftovers, buy her bubble tea, and even buy her sanitary pads...
She opened her mouth, about to say something, when Owen Moreland's phone, stored in his pocket, rang again.
Not knowing who it was, Owen took out his phone, glanced at it, turned, and left the room, softly closing the door behind him. The man's deep and mellow voice faded away.
Amelia Clarke: "..."
Since he came in, less than an hour and a half had passed and he had already taken three work calls.
