Hearing the girl's unabashed words, Owen Moreland looked down at her, and the girl, tilting her face upwards, smiled, revealing a row of neat white teeth between her lips. Her eyelashes were long and curled, almost touching each other when she smiled, giving her clear, grape-like eyes a somewhat dreamy charm.
Her fair cheeks were tinged with a faint pink, making her appear delicate and vibrant.
Owen could not help but want to kiss her.
At the moment their lips touched, a flicker of expected realization swept through Amelia Clarke's mind.
She knew that as soon as she said those words, she would be met with the man's conquest.
She felt a little happy, a little sweet, and somewhat proud that her words could stir this man.
Owen led Amelia back to the foot of the bed, sat her down on his lap.
Amelia closed her eyes lightly, unconsciously biting her lower lip as a knock suddenly came from the door; the lounge door was not closed.
