Christopher Robinson laughed, apparently amused by her anger.
Amelia Cobb felt a chill from his words.
Luckily, he knew his place.
Scratching his head, "Forget it."
Christopher glanced at Amelia and stood up, staring down at her: "Think about what gift you want. If I buy you a gift, shouldn't you at least cover the repair cost?"
Amelia: ...…..
"What's with the lipstick on your neck?"
Christopher stared at Amelia, resisting the urge to touch it.
"Blame me? Amelia, there wasn't even a female mosquito in that private room. Where did it come from?"
Christopher came closer, bending down and enclosing Amelia in his arms, bowing his head to gaze at hers.
"Are you really trying to pick a fight?"
Amelia didn't deny it but just leisurely replied, "Yes."
"You just hate seeing me do well, don't you?"
"If going to a nightclub is your idea of doing well? Then I want to do well too."
