This was the second time Amelia Clarke said those three words to Owen Moreland.
She couldn't explain why she suddenly wanted to say them; perhaps it was Owen Moreland's tenderness upon feeling the baby move that touched the softest part of her heart.
This mature and stable man always silently infused his feelings into every gesture. Sometimes, from a minor detail of his, Amelia could sense his deep and heavy doting and pity.
Amelia lay on her side, her arms wrapped around Owen Moreland's neck, kissing him tenderly.
The thought crossed her mind again; she had used all her good fortune on meeting Owen Moreland.
After kissing for a while, Owen Moreland released the girl's lips, and his gaze towards her was deep and gentle, filled with intense indulgence.
"Go to sleep," he said as he straightened her nightgown and covered her with the blanket.
Amelia curled up the corners of her lips, smiling at him and obediently closing her eyes.
