Amelia Clarke was startled, "You mean, you didn't touch her?"
"I touched her?" Finn Wilson snorted coldly, "I'd thank my lucky stars if she didn't touch me!"
"Then her clothes..."
Finn Wilson was annoyed, "She was covered in vomit, so I had the waiter strip her!"
Amelia Clarke glanced at Owen Moreland, seeking confirmation with her eyes if this man's words were trustworthy.
A hint of amusement flashed through Owen's eyes as he nodded at her.
Finn Wilson might be a playboy, but he wasn't a bad person. When it came to matters of men and women, he always followed the principle of mutual consent and never forced anyone, nor did he bother to lie.
Amelia's tense nerves relaxed.
She sighed quietly in relief; it was good that nothing had happened.