Chapter 165

Julia's faint smile was nothing more than polite courtesy. Stella had referred her to Owen. Was he reliable? Owen's hand paused on the stem of his wine glass, clearly not expecting Julia to be pregnant. She had come straight from the office and was dressed in tailored officewear, carrying the air of a strong woman. City professionals like her often placed great emphasis on work, and to be pregnant while she was still working… Owen poured himself a glass of red wine, then offered Julia a simple glass of water. He was tall and slim, but his white coat softened his demeanor. Meanwhile, his gold-rimmed glasses gave him a bookish air that muted the natural sharpness of his striking features. "What did you have for lunch, Ms. Summers?" Although Owen was making small talk, he was already constructing a preliminary profile of her in his mind. He observed her quietly. Her skin was fair, and her features were delicate. She was clad in branded items. It was clear that she was well-off, yet