The desk was positioned right in front of the bed.
Amelia Clarke didn't get into bed but walked over and sat down on the couch.
The emergency video conference didn't last long, and Owen Moreland quickly resolved the issues and disconnected the call.
He turned his head to look at Amelia Clarke, whose hair was half-dry. She was half-lying on the couch, reading some documents, her mid-length hair spread out over the armrest, the tips dangling and swaying gently in the air.
The weather was warm now, but the evenings were still a bit cool.
Owen Moreland took a blanket from the bed and covered Amelia Clarke's bare legs and pregnant belly.
"I'm not cold," Amelia Clarke shifted her gaze from the documents to Owen Moreland's caring face.
Owen Moreland bent down and kissed her forehead, "It's chilly at night; it's always good to be careful."
Amelia Clarke smiled and pulled the blanket up to her chest.
The sound of a cell phone ringing suddenly filled the room.
