Owen Moreland held Amelia Clarke's shoulder, his gaze fixed on her as he replied in a gentle tone: "On the bed."
The tone was as serious as it could be.
Amelia's foot paused mid-step on the stairs.
Turning her head to see Owen's solemn expression, she couldn't tell if he was being serious or joking.
Watching her cheeks gradually turn red and her dazed expression, Owen found it very amusing. A hint of elegant interest surfaced in his deep eyes. He then shifted his gaze to her belly and said seriously, "In the matter of having children, you are far ahead."
Amelia Clarke: "…"
After a moment, she touched her burning cheek and glared at him, "Is there no other benefit besides this?"
Owen thought for a moment with a pretentious frown and said, "You're good at breaking bowls."
Amelia Clarke: "…"
Indeed, she remembered the two times she cooked for him and broke his bowls both times, one of which was particularly expensive.