Amelia Clarke had already turned back, chatting with Owen Moreland. As she spoke, Owen leaned in slightly toward her, as if listening intently to what she was saying.
Whatever Amelia whispered to him, his expression remained unchanged, but he gently ruffled her hair, an affectionate gesture.
Owen tilted his head slightly.
Jocelyn Griffin could see a small part of his profile, and just that was enough to make her heart race with anxiety.
She gradually became mesmerized.
He was a man of stunning beauty and charm, one who could easily capture hearts.
All of a sudden.
Owen turned his head and his deep, calm eyes looked over.
Jocelyn jolted, feeling a sudden wave of panic for no reason.
Owen's eyes, with their penetrating coldness and wisdom, carried a semblance of intimidation and warning, as if the tiny secrets she harbored deeply within her were utterly exposed under his gaze.