Olivia Brown stood still, watching Owen Moreland's tall and stern back as he had just said, "I don't want to hear this kind of talk in the future, especially in front of my wife."
His tone could be described as mild, yet she detected a warning in it, making her heart involuntarily skip a beat.
Owen had a serious demeanor, coming off as not easy to get along with, but those familiar with him knew that he was quite amiable in private—his strong presence just made others feel constrained.
This was the first time Olivia had felt such a strong warning in his words.
After a moment of silence, she put on a smile and, as if nothing happened, led Amelia Clarke to the makeup room to have her hair done.
Olivia's gaze unintentionally fell on the platinum necklace around Amelia's neck, and she was briefly startled before quickly turning to look at the man following behind Amelia.
This man indeed had a deep affection for this girl more than a decade his junior.
