Later, there will be plenty of opportunities to understand things.
I don't know how much time had passed.
"Amelia," Owen Moreland suddenly spoke.
Amelia Clarke responded with a faint 'hmm,' her voice a bit husky, tinged with allure.
Owen Moreland tightened his arm around her shoulder, "Don't interact with her in the future."
Amelia Clarke subconsciously asked, "Who?"
But as soon as she asked, she suddenly understood.
It must be his mother.
She looked up at Owen Moreland, and from her angle, she couldn't see the man's eyes or expression clearly, just that his jaw looked slightly tense, reflecting the man's utmost seriousness and solemnity at the moment.
"Why?" she asked.
That person wasn't just anybody, she was his mother, how could she not have contact with her?
Unless, the relationship between her and Owen Moreland... couldn't last long...
At the thought of this possibility, a sudden pang of pain shot through Amelia Clarke's heart.
"Why?" she asked again.
