She didn't know if Owen was busy, she only knew that Owen was always patient.
The villa was empty, and Amelia lay in bed, feeling as if her heart was as empty as the villa. In the end, she went to the closet and took one of Owen's coats, smelling his scent on it as she fell asleep.
Soon it was the weekend.
Amelia slept in and didn't get out of bed to wash up and come downstairs until almost nine o'clock.
Downstairs, Emily Yorke was sitting on the living room sofa, drinking tea, while Aunt Chester spoke to her.
"How has Amelia's appetite been lately?"
"Madam's appetite has been quite good."
Emily nodded her head.
Amelia was not surprised Emily knew she was pregnant. If Mia knew, it was certain Emily would know too, and perhaps the entire Moreland family already knew she was pregnant.