Even if his way and attitude towards things may differ from others...
After much thought, the frustration that was stuck in her heart gradually dissipated because of Owen Moreland's few words.
Amelia Clarke slowly exhaled a cloudy breath, wrapped her arms around Owen Moreland's neck, and whispered, "Thank you, Teacher Moreland, for your teachings. I've learned my lesson."
Although she could not fully accept it for the time being, she would try to slowly change her attitude towards Mason.
It was just a slap after all; he himself didn't even cry out in pain, so why should she fret over it unnecessarily?
Owen Moreland, with his arm looped around Amelia Clarke's waist, gently caressed her stomach area. Hearing her naughty words, he laughed and said, "If you're not angry anymore, then go quickly, take a shower, and go to bed."
Amelia Clarke lay in Owen Moreland's arms, her ear pressed against his chest, his heartbeat ringing in her eardrums, deep and powerful.
