The next day.
Owen Moreland woke up promptly at five o'clock, carefully releasing the sleeping girl from his embrace and quietly dressing to leave the room.
By this time, the dawn light was already appearing on the eastern horizon, and Dorothy Brown had long been busy in the kitchen.
Owen jogged around the villa for half an hour, followed by a half-hour workout in the villa's gym, returning to the bedroom drenched in sweat to take a shower. By the time he was dressed, the girl on the bed was still asleep, her face peaceful and beautiful like an angel, irresistibly adorable, making one want to give her a kiss.
Owen approached and gently kissed Amelia Clarke's forehead. She seemed to sense it, stirring slightly and letting out a kittenish mew before turning over to continue sleeping.
