Unbeknown about the effects of her actions, Aria enjoyed dinner with Alan before routing to the Morgan mansion.
Amelia abandoned everyone and spent large-quality time with Aria. The latter might be swarmed with any works decreasing her visits, Amelia was still more fond of her than any of her sons.
It was half-past eleven in the midnight. Alan and Rowan checked their wristwatch N-th but their woman didn't seem to be willing to exit Aria's room.
Rian and Roxy had long back gone to bed so they were sleeping peacefully.
Alan commented so that Rowan could take his cue to separate the two ladies off the room. "Dad, it's been three hours."
Rowan smiled awkwardly. He knew well if he disturbs Amelia now, she would be grumpy for at least two days straight.
"Why don't you ask Arrie to rest? She must be tired." He shifted the hot potato back to Alan.
