185: Owen Moreland's Methods (4) Triplets (1)_4

After the initial shock wore off, Amelia Brown slowly came to realize, "He's not your uncle, is he?"

Amelia Clarke gradually calmed down and laughed in response, "He's my fiancé."

Amelia Brown widened her eyes, "Then why did you tell me he was your uncle before? You even said he had orientation issues..." She knew it, what kind of uncle would be so intimate with his niece.

Amelia Clarke packed up her things, ready to move out, and didn't explain much upon hearing this, simply saying, "I was joking with you."

Amelia Brown realized she didn't want to elaborate, so she didn't ask any further, but then she saw the opened bag of brown sugar on the computer desk, "Is this what your unc... your fiancé bought for you?" She also noticed the hot water bottle on the bed, "Your fiancé is really attentive. It seems I won't be needing mine, I'll save it for myself for my next period."

Amelia Clarke expressed her gratitude, "Even though I didn't use it, I still want to thank you."