166: Moved back to live at school_3

In the past, Owen Moreland never lingered in bed, no matter how late he had slept the previous night. He would always get up on time, and usually, by the time she awoke, he was definitely not in bed—even on rest days, it was the same.

This was the first time she had woken up in his arms.

The man's breath was heavier than hers, and she could feel his breath spraying on the top of her head.

His scent filled her nostrils, and she closed her eyes again, savoring the tranquility of the moment, not wanting to think about anything.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Owen Moreland's deep voice sounded above her head, "You can move to the university housing, but you must come home on Sundays."

He took a step back.

Amelia Clarke opened her eyes; there was not the slightest hint of triumph in her gaze.

Amelia was not oblivious to the kindness behind everything Owen Moreland had done; she always knew gratitude.