107: They, like a couple_2

If Nathan Hoey were here at this moment, what would have dropped in shock wouldn't have just been his cigarette but his eyeballs.

Just before the vegetables hit the hot oil, Owen Moreland pried Amelia Clarke's arms open, pushing her to one side.

Amelia Clarke chuckled, standing obediently aside, a picture of docility.

Under the light, her petite face was so pale it was almost translucent, even finer than the finest jade, with bright, grape-like eyes, long, curling lashes, a pert nose, and dainty lips that seemed to smile even when she didn't. A spot of natural redness on her lips was like a tiny pomegranate seed, irresistibly tempting one to take a bite.

Owen Moreland looked deeply at her for a moment.

Soon, two bowls of noodles were ready, quite bland.

Looking at the two bowls on the table, Amelia asked, "Are you hungry too?"

Owen Moreland took off his apron, responding with a faint "Mmm."