Amelia Clarke was quite dissatisfied with Owen Moreland's pretentious reaction, especially since it was he who had woven his fingers into her hair just moments ago, urging her to move faster.
She gave Owen Moreland a meaningful smile, said nothing, and turned to enter the wardrobe area.
Although the room was warm, it was winter after all, and she could still feel a hint of chill on her skin.
After changing into her pajamas, the bathroom door was closed with the sound of showering coming from inside.
When Owen Moreland came out after his shower, Amelia was sitting on the sofa, eating noodles from a bowl larger than her face, little by little.
"Is it not to your taste?" Owen walked over, noticing that she had a slight lack of appetite.
"It's not that." Amelia put down her chopsticks, looked up at Owen, "I'd like to have some egg tarts." She paused, then asked shyly, "Is that too much to ask?"
Owen smiled and patted her head, his eyes filled with indulgence, "Wait a moment."
