Owen Moreland washed away the scent of socializing and came out of the bathroom, spotting his wife and child sleeping side by side on the large bed.
The man's deep and serious expression softened instantly.
He wore a dark gray pajama set, standing at the bathroom doorway while drying his hair.
The bedroom was lit by a single wall lamp, its glow dim and warm.
Amelia Clarke lay on her side, her gaze lingering and winding its way to Owen Moreland.
The man, freshly showered, carried a clean and refreshing aura. His hair, no longer meticulously neat as it had been during the day, was tousled from the towel's rubbing, making him appear several years younger.
Perhaps due to his role as CEO, he always presented himself with an air of maturity. Out of those stiff, formal clothes, he still looked like a very young man.
Owen went back to the bathroom to put down the towel, then walked to the side of the bed and lay down.
