165: None of your business

The light overhead was bright, and Owen Moreland just watched the little girl in front of him, who hung her head low and wore a look of embarrassment on her face.

His calm and composed gaze made Amelia Clarke's ears grow hotter and hotter, her hand still clutching his sleeve. After a long while, she took a small step forward, standing face to face with Owen Moreland, and slowly raised her hand towards the shirt buttons beneath his neck.

She had undone the second button when her hand was grasped, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully forward until her soft body crashed into the man's solid embrace.

The mature scent of a man filled her nostrils, with a faint aroma of alcohol.

Owen Moreland pinched Amelia Clarke's slender chin between his fingers, lifting her small face, and his voice, deep and magnetic, asked, "So you really want to take a shower with me?"