Amelia Clarke leaned on her elbows, half-reclining on the bed, watching the man seriously engaged in a transoceanic video conference, with a hint of grievance shining in her eyes.
However, her attention quickly shifted to his focused and earnest expression.
Owen Moreland's features were sharp and well-defined, exuding a rugged handsomeness with a bit of a male model's charm. He sat casually with his legs crossed on the sofa chair, his computer on the round tea table. He was slightly turned to the side, hands clasped over his thigh, his demeanor serious and composed, concentrating intently on the screen as if he automatically blocked out everything else.
A man who is serious about his work is the most attractive, and this statement couldn't be more accurate.
Occasionally he would blurt out a sentence or two in English, some of which Amelia could understand and some she could not.
His voice was deep and magnetic, pleasant to the ear and attractive.
