166: Move back to school to live_2

The burning scent of tobacco soothed his nerves.

Amelia Clarke finished her bath, blow-dried her hair, and upon exiting, immediately noticed her own pair of house slippers placed meticulously by the door. She paused for a second, then stepped over them and burrowed into the bed covers, cocooning herself tightly.

The wind, mixed with droplets of rain, blew on Owen Moreland, dampening his shirt and hair.

He looked at the small, huddled figure on the large bed, his gaze deep and inscrutable, concealing his emotions.

After a long while, he straightened his body, returned indoors, closed the glass door behind him, picked up the remote to shut the curtains, and went to take a shower.

After showering, he went to bed and pulled the tiny, curled-up person into his arms.

Amelia Clarke kept her eyes closed, offering no resistance, as if she were asleep.