As soon as she saw the food, Amelia Clarke's stomach immediately let out a sound, crisp and loud.
Amelia Clarke: "..."
Owen Moreland smiled, placed the tray on the coffee table, and said to Amelia Clarke, "Come over and take your medicine first."
Amelia Clarke, with a red face, walked over while drying her hair.
Owen Moreland naturally took the towel and helped her dry her hair, moving steadily and without shaking her head.
Amelia ate her medicine, then cracked an eggshell, peeled it, and bit into it. Her gaze fell on the ring she took off before bathing, which was now refracting light under the crystal lamp. Thinking of the unexpectedly perfect size, Amelia couldn't help but ask him, "When did you buy this ring? I didn't even try it on, how did you know it would fit me? Weren't you afraid it would be too big, or too small?"
Owen Moreland said, "It won't."
"Did you secretly measure my finger size?"
"No."
