Amelia Clarke finished her ablutions and stepped out, Owen Moreland was standing on the balcony on the phone. The wintry sun shone brightly and gently upon him, casting a golden glow over his tall figure, further accentuating his distinguished air. The high-end wristwatch on his left wrist highlighted his taste as a man. He leaned against the railing, with one hand casually tucked into his pocket, exuding a touch of leisure.
He was only wearing a shirt and trousers, so lightly dressed that just by looking at him, Amelia felt a chill to the bone.
When he ended the call and came in through the balcony's glass door, Amelia approached and hugged his waist, "This is the last time."
Owen looked down at her, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Amelia looked up at him with her small face, "From now on, I don't want to see you dressed so thinly outside again. What if you catch a cold? I'd be heartbroken if you fell ill."
