080: Are you scared?_4

"Oh." Amelia Clarke lowered her eyebrows, bit her lip, and fell silent.

Owen Moreland's phone suddenly rang.

He took a Bluetooth headset out of the storage compartment and put it on.

It must have been a work call, as he rattled off many professional terms that Amelia didn't understand.

By the time the car stopped in front of a hotel, his call had not yet ended.

By then, the lights had just begun to shine in T City, and its night scene seemed somewhat muted compared to the glittering lights of Capital City.

While speaking on the phone with a steady voice, clear logic, and unique insights, Owen held Amelia's hand. His rough thumb caressed her delicate palm, sending waves of tingling sensations that made her cheeks turn slightly red.

About fifteen minutes later, Owen ended the call, raised his hand to touch Amelia's fluffy hair, and asked, "Are you anxious?"

Amelia shook her head.

"Let's get out of the car," Owen said as he stretched out his arm to unbuckle Amelia's seatbelt.