Perhaps it was because Christopher's tone was too casual that Amelia felt a bit uncomfortable when she heard these words.
But the discomfort disappeared quickly.
Flirting with her?
Amelia looked at Christopher, her eyes filled with curiosity.
She smiled slightly, hooked her arm around his neck, tilted her head, and pretended to look at him sweetly: "So, President Robinson, how do you want me to sell myself?"
In front of everyone, Christopher smoothly let his hand fall on Amelia's waist and began to gently stroke her: "What do you think, Amelia?"
Amelia didn't look away, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Christopher's Adam's apple. It was just a brief moment before she quickly pulled away from his touch.
"Like this?"
This teasing made Christopher a little flustered.
Amelia would never engage in such acts as kissing one's face or lips. She went straight for a man's lifeline. She had seen plenty of acting in nightclubs and had seen how those women did it there.
