Such meticulous care.
Why is he so good to her?
This question surfaced again in Amelia Clarke's mind.
Why exactly?
From the moment she met him, he had treated her this way, naturally and as if it were meant to be.
"Mr. Moreland."
"Hmm."
"Why do you..." she almost blurted out the question that had troubled her for so long.
But in the end, Amelia Clarke still held back.
"Hmm?" Seeing her hesitate, Owen Moreland made a sound, his voice low and magnetic, tugging at her heartstrings.
Amelia Clarke bit her lip in annoyance and said, "It's nothing."
Owen Moreland did not press further.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the Ritz Carlton Hotel, and a doorman immediately came forward to open the doors for Owen Moreland and Amelia Clarke.
Amelia Clarke followed Owen Moreland into the grandeur of the entrance, the lobby glittering so much it almost blinded her.
