Kapitel 222: 109: People in middle age should not overwork_4

Amelia Clarke: "Where's the ointment? I can help you apply it."

Owen Moreland bent over to reach for the drawer under the bedside table.

Amelia Clarke immediately understood, grabbed him and pulled him back to lie on the bed, "Don't move, I'll get it."

While speaking, she kneeled on the bed, her body stretching over Owen Moreland's, reaching for the bedside drawer.

The moment she opened it, she froze, her eyes widening.

In the drawer, there was a full drawer of Okamoto condoms.

Although Amelia Clarke had never used Okamoto before, she knew what they were used for.

She turned her head and stared at Owen Moreland in disbelief.

Owen Moreland was calm, "Bought them yesterday, they'll be needed eventually."

Amelia Clarke: "..."

How could this man remain so serious and solemn when saying these things?

Then she remembered the night before last, how she had been so flustered and frenzied, yet his eyes remained cool and composed.