Amelia Clarke felt uncomfortable all over from his actions, "Wait a little longer."
Owen Moreland once again adopted that forceful demeanor, "Are you going to shut it down yourself, or do I need to do it for you?" What he referred to was the computer.
Amelia Clarke was somewhat displeased.
Owen Moreland said, "If you don't sleep, the child also needs to sleep."
When it came to the child, Amelia Clarke surrendered, shut down the computer, and took her clothes to the bathroom to shower.
After showering and returning, Owen Moreland held a small notebook in his hand, half reclining on her small bed, bending his two long legs. Her bed wasn't big, and the man could not stretch his legs.
Seeing him engrossed in the small notebook, Amelia Clarke, while drying her hair, asked, "What are you looking at?"
Owen Moreland did not even lift his head, "Your essay."
