Owen Moreland came out wrapped in a bathrobe and saw the girl on the bed sleeping soundly. He stared at Amelia Clarke's small face for a few seconds before he closed the balcony's glass door and turned off the light.
The curtains were not drawn, and the light from outside seeped in, slightly illuminating the entire bedroom.
He got into bed and lay down next to Amelia Clarke, enveloping her completely in his arms, kissed her hairline, and closed his eyes to sleep.
The next day, Owen Moreland got out of bed, and Amelia Clarke noticed, but she was too exhausted to open her eyelids. She vaguely felt his kiss on her forehead before he left.
By the time she was fully awake, it was already nine in the morning.
On the bedside table was a note left by Owen Moreland.
——I'll be very busy today, if you need anything, find the butler. I'll come to pick you up for the auction tonight.
At the bottom right of the note was Owen Moreland's signature.
