Amelia Clarke finished speaking and, regardless of Mason Carter's shouting on the other end of the phone, hung up directly.
Owen Moreland was already dressed and had turned on the light, calmly blowing out the candles on the table. Amelia Clarke put away her phone, walked up to him, and hugged his strong waist. Her head peeked out from under his armpit, and with sparkling eyes, she asked him, "Are you satisfied with how your birthday went today?"
Although Amelia Clarke was tall and slender, compared to the 189 cm Owen Moreland, she still fell quite short. She didn't even need to bend down for her head to easily pass under the man's armpit.
Owen Moreland lowered his head to see the small head poking through from under his arm, like a mischievous little kitten, which unexpectedly filled his heart with softness.
He slightly tightened his arm, trapping the girl's neck, and with a raised hand, he ruffled her hair with a deep voice: "Unforgettable for life."
