Christopher Robinson, when dealing with scions of wealthy families, found them to be without exception dissipated.
Speaking of the daughters of these wealthy families, they all inherited the convenience of not having to lift a finger for anything.
However, Amelia Cobb tonight really caught his eye.
Dong dong dong——
The man gently touched the door frame.
Amelia glanced to the side, her freshly curled hair tied low, her fair face lifting slightly as she did so, resembling an unsullied water lily.
Amelia didn't expect Christopher Robinson to come downstairs at this time. Her original intention was to have something to eat. But remembering that she had argued with him earlier, her confidence faltered, and her pride caused her ears to turn slightly red.
It was assumed that Christopher Robinson would take this opportunity to mock her, but he simply reminded her indifferently, "There's yogurt in the fridge."
