Amelia hadn't eaten lunch, so the hunger finally kicked in and she started eating in silence.
She felt that this was the shortest meal they had ever had together.
Twenty minutes later, the housekeeper came to collect the dishes, and the man slowly got up.
He was tall and the regular-sized men's bathrobe he wore seemed a bit small on him, revealing his knees and slender, muscular calves that didn't have as much hair as other men's legs. His delicate ankles and beautiful, slim feet were also exposed.
Every part of this man she had loved for many years was perfect in her eyes.
She didn't know when the rain outside had stopped, and the melodious bird songs, together with the fresh air after the rain, floated in through the window.
Seeing him go to the terrace, Amelia followed and found him lighting a cigarette.
His habit of smoking after meals hadn't changed at all.
She kept a distance of one meter between them and calmly said, "Daniel Cooper, can we talk about our child now?"
