Amelia Clarke paused, her heartbeat suddenly started thumping, "Why, why do you suddenly want to take me to the hospital?"
Owen Moreland's gaze was calm, yet it pierced through with a wisdom that saw everything, making Amelia feel as if he already knew something.
"Aren't you feeling unwell? Let's go to the hospital and get it checked out," Owen let go of Amelia's hand, "Go and wash up."
Sitting on the toilet, Amelia thought about how Owen had taken time out of his busy schedule to accompany her to the hospital, and she felt somewhat moved.
Successful men, in the aspect of treating women well, always seemed to achieve twice the result with half the effort compared to ordinary men.
Their financial foundation and social status endowed them with unmatched charm, often a look or an inadvertent gesture that hinted something, a call amidst their busy duties, could give a woman the illusion of being pampered and specially treated.
