Owen Moreland's Adam's apple perhaps looked too sexy and handsome, or maybe her taste was just peculiar.
The deep and mellow voice of the man outside the door, accompanied by the steady sound of leather shoes on the floor, gradually faded away.
Amelia Clarke stared at the door, slightly distracted.
Emily Collins, being experienced, immediately knew what was going on when she saw her like this. She felt comforted that her granddaughter and grandson-in-law had a good relationship.
With a smile, she said, "Look at our Amelia, her entire heart is with Owen... cough cough..."
Amelia Clarke, brought back to her senses by these words, blushed a bit more, her eyes and brows filled with embarrassment.
"Grandma..."
She pouted, put down her chopsticks, and helped Emily Collins rub her back.
