Amelia Clarke stared blankly at the man three steps away, their gazes locked, emotions surging.
In an instant, countless images flashed through her mind: their first meeting, their subsequent acquaintance, every time he helped and protected her seamlessly, the look on his face when he kissed her lips, the expression in his eyes when he caressed her body, his whispers in her ear, the way he dressed her mother in burial clothes, the silhouette of him holding her mother's urn that day, him teaching Mason to write the villa's address…
Many scenes, flurried and jumbled, finally froze on that guardianship agreement.
If it weren't for her, why would he bother attracting such trouble to himself?
What had this man done for her in secret, without her knowing?
Including the matter with Serene Abel.
Owen Moreland noticed the girl lost in a daze, his eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed as he tapped off the cigarette ash by his side and stepped toward her.