"You are..."
The man kicked away the rattan chair and stood up, towering and steady as he introduced himself, "Adam Wilson, Owen's friend."
No wonder he was sitting in their seats. Amelia Clarke smiled, "Mr. Yorke, hello."
Hearing her use honorifics, Adam laughed lightly, "You don't need to be so formal. I should call you sister-in-law."
As he was speaking, Owen Moreland entered from the courtyard entrance, one hand holding a mobile phone and the other holding a cigarette.
"What are you standing for?" He walked over, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and while retracting his hand, he casually pulled Amelia Clarke to his side and sat down with her.
Amelia Clarke's cheeks were still a bit red as she smiled, "I just mistook someone for another."
Owen Moreland's eyebrows raised slightly as he looked at Amelia Clarke, "What did you do?"
At that moment.