Thinking back to the first time I met him, he offered a handkerchief in the same manner. It's difficult to imagine that in today's society, where tissues are prevalent, there would still be people who carry a handkerchief with them.
However, on Owen Moreland, it doesn't seem pretentious or effeminate at all, but instead, it gives off a very gentlemanly vibe.
"Why did you get off work so early today?" Owen Moreland drove onto the main road while Amelia Clarke turned her head to look at him.
Owen Moreland, with both hands on the steering wheel, glanced at Amelia Clarke. "Is it bad to finish work early?"
"Of course not." Amelia Clarke smiled and quickly changed the subject, "Where are we going to eat?"
Owen Moreland: "Let's go home first."
Amelia Clarke nodded and didn't ask why.
Upon returning to South Hill Villa, Owen Moreland parked the car in the driveway of the yard.
Amelia Clarke reached out to unbuckle her seat belt.
Owen Moreland stopped her, "Wait for me in the car."
