182: Owen Moreland's Methods (1)_7

Amelia Clarke's mind suddenly went blank, just like the feeling of being called out by the teacher to answer a question during class without having paid attention.

She pursed her lips, put down the golf club, and snuggled into Owen Moreland's arms, coquettishly saying, "Let's not play anymore, I'm sure I can't hit as well as you, I'd better not show off my scanty skills." As she spoke, her arms wrapped around the man's neck, "Are you done with work?"

Owen Moreland supported her slender waist.

The heating inside was quite sufficient, and Amelia Clarke had taken off her down jacket, wearing a loose white sweater on top and tight pants on her legs, outlining her figure beautifully.

His large palm gently caressed the girl's waist as he smiled and said, "Work is never finished—"

Before he could finish speaking, Amelia Clarke's lips came kissing towards him.

Owen Moreland was startled for a moment, then took control.