She sniffled. "You've smoked again."
Owen Moreland smiled and pinched the tip of her nose, his deep gaze filled with indulgence, "Dog nose."
Amelia Clarke pushed his hand away and instinctively retorted, "You are the one who..."
She looked up and met the man's profound eyes. The words 'dog nose' got stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit them out.
In this world, there are such people that no matter how close you are to them or how indulgent they are toward you, you just can't act recklessly in front of them.
Amelia Clarke lowered her eyes and pressed her ear against his chest again. Through the fabric of his robe, she could feel the firm muscles on his chest.
The thought that Owen Moreland didn't want others to know about her pregnancy, even though she already had her answer, made her irresistibly want to ask once more.
"Grandma told me that you don't want outsiders to know I'm pregnant. Why? Is it because..."
