Amelia Cobb couldn't quite understand whether it was a compliment or not at the moment.
That night, when Amelia returned to Orchard Garden, Christopher Robinson had not yet returned home.
Sadie informed her that he had a social engagement and might stay out for the night.
If he didn't return by midnight, she should go to sleep on her own.
Such days were rare for Amelia, and she couldn't help but smile upon hearing the news.
Sadie didn't know what to say as she watched her.
She felt that the young girl's thoughts were far beyond those of someone in her early twenties.
Her message that she didn't need a man was just too obvious.
"Miss Amelia, have you had dinner?"
"I feel like having hot pot, can it be arranged?"
Sadie hesitated, then looked at Amelia apologetically.
"Sir never eats such things, so there are no ingredients in the kitchen. How about we make do today, and I'll arrange for hot pot tomorrow?"
Amelia was somewhat disappointed: "I see."
