The winery possessed the most beautiful scenery on Maui Island.
Originally... Owen Moreland's eyes fell on Amelia Clarke's slender and delicate back; he had planned to take her there for their honeymoon when they got married.
Madam Moreland didn't continue this topic. Her eldest grandson was a born businessman, his mind chock-full of business acumen, and their conglomerate had grown ever larger. He didn't really care about one winery.
His gaze fell unintentionally on the cigarette in his grandson's hand, and he said, "Smoke outside if you must, your grandmother and Amelia can't stand the smell."
Owen Moreland replied indifferently, "I won't smoke. Just fidgeting with it."
Madam Moreland: "..."
Amelia Clarke talked a lot with Madam Moreland, and ninety percent of the conversation revolved around the three unborn children.
At 11:15, Owen Moreland stood up and called Amelia Clarke to go back.