She paused, then added: "Um, this is something Professor Murphy asked me to inquire about. He said that the school has already sent you an invitation, but there has been no reply on your end…"
Owen Moreland seemed somewhat displeased, "Still have the mood to think about other things?"
Amelia Clarke bit her lip and said no more.
…
Amelia Clarke didn't want to move, letting Owen Moreland carry her to the shower.
After washing up, she lay in his embrace and couldn't help sighing contentedly.
This man, whether in terms of power, wealth, or physical strength, was incredibly good.
"Owen." The bedroom lights were off, and in the darkness, she softly called out to him.
"Hmm."
"What do you think about the centennial anniversary invitation to speak at the school?"
Owen Moreland pulled Amelia Clarke closer into his embrace and said, "I didn't see the invitation. I'll ask my people about it tomorrow."
That meant he had agreed.