Both of their gazes met, Amelia and Christopher each harbored an inherent dislike for one another.
With a living person in front of her, Amelia's first instinct was to fiddle with the nearby tree.
Christopher's reaching out gesture destroyed the "good impression" she had built over the past few days.
She was making things difficult for others everywhere. And what about Christopher?
It was all evident with just a stretch of his hand.
Amelia pushed Christopher away, trying to take a step back.
The man spoke just in time, "There's a ditch behind you."
Amelia's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, presumably because the foolish cat was still in the ditch at this moment. She didn't want to accompany it.
"This big mansion is full of pits. Mr. Robinson, don't you think there is some room for reflection?"
