The car stopped in front of the third canteen, the two of them got out, and the car started on its way again.
The atmosphere inside the car was quiet.
Amelia could feel that the aura emanating from Owen Moreland was different from before, his tightly pursed lips exuded an edge sharp as a knife.
After a moment of silence, she reached out and grabbed the hem of Owen's suit, "Owen, is there... something you want to say?"
Owen Moreland glanced at Amelia sideways, and spoke indifferently, "What do you think I should have to say?"
Amelia lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake.
She could tell that the man before her was unhappy, and she understood why he was unhappy.
