Owen Moreland released her lips, grinding against her ear as he whispered in a lowered voice, "I was young and foolish too."
Amelia Clarke: "..."
The handsome face of the man was inches away, his features identical to before and his gaze as deep and pulsating as always. The scent of a mature man mixed with the remnants of burned tobacco filled her nostrils, and yet, something felt... as if he had become a different person?
That wasn't something the Owen Moreland she knew would say.
Such flirtatious words...
Thinking back, it seemed that he had been a bit off ever since he changed his clothes, first asking her if he looked any younger, then taking her to see a movie that only the younger crowd would be interested in...
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head.
Amelia Clarke realized why he had suddenly become so fierce on the night he asked if she liked the movie. It must have been her comment, "At your age, you still like to watch movies?" that had offended him.
