185: Owen Moreland's Methods (4) Triplets (1)_2

Amelia Clarke sat on the edge of the bed, watching his movements. Even though they were trivial tasks, he made them look different, feel different, and she couldn't help but watch him over and over again.

Perhaps this was the charm of a man that attracted the opposite sex.

"You went downstairs just to get me brown sugar? I thought you had other things to do." Amelia took the cup Owen Moreland handed her, the warmth of it warming her heart, and her voice took on a coquettish tone without her realizing.

Owen Moreland rubbed her head and then took out an electric heating pad, plugged it in to charge, and then sat down beside Amelia. "Is it too hot?"

Amelia shook her head. "It's just right to warm my hands—"

Before she could finish, Owen's cell phone started to vibrate.