Amelia Clarke stared at the small box in Owen Moreland's hands, dumbfounded, "Are, are you… is this brought over from Capital City?"
This plotting is too far-sighted.
Owen Moreland snatched the wet lingerie from her hand, still covered in suds, tossed it aside, and pulled her to face him. His voice was husky as he leaned in to kiss Amelia, while saying, "I ordered the butler to buy it this morning."
Amelia struggled to push his approaching face away, her tongue hardly able to form words, "I, I'm still not… ready…"
Owen Moreland's deep eyes stared straight into hers, which were slightly evasive, "Amelia, don't lie in front of me."
...
In a trance, she remembered the emerald jewelry set Owen Moreland had bid on, saying it was a gift for someone, yet mysteriously not telling her whom it was for, which annoyed her.
Without realizing, she pouted her lips, her face showing her displeasure, "You haven't told me yet, who is that emerald jewelry set for…"
