182: Owen Moreland's Methods (1)_6

Amelia Clarke: "…"

In the evening, Owen Moreland called her, and Amelia Clarke wanted to tell him that she had sent him clothes, but she swallowed her words before they could escape her lips.

The next day at noon, she received a bouquet of roses and a letter.

The familiar handwriting in the letter read:

As you wished.

Wait for me.

Wait for me to sort everything out.

Amelia Clarke read these thirteen words over and over again, unable to suppress a smile creeping up at the corners of her mouth.

The day before, she had slipped a note into the pocket of his coat, which bore the eight words Owen Moreland had once written to her: "Years By Years, Day By Day, Night By Night."

His "As you wished" was in response to her words; his "Wait for me" was a promise and a reassurance.

There were twenty-three days left until their January deadline.

Amelia Clarke suddenly missed that man terribly and wanted to see him right away.