Seeing Amelia lost in thought, Christopher extended his hand and patted her buttocks gently, with a soft warning: "Pay attention."
Amelia's heart trembled, and before she could gather her thoughts, she found herself pressed against the dining table by Christopher.
The two cats at their feet circled around, almost tripping her.
Seeing this, Christopher wrapped his arm around her waist, his laughter low and somewhat playful.
Christopher designed the Orchard Garden residence himself. The only thing he longed for in a family was a well-defined living space, so when he designed this house, he made the dining and living areas distinct. When the screen was pulled open, the spaces became one.
He undoubtedly knew this, which is why he dared to press Amelia against the dining table.
In the warm yellow lamplight, their intertwined shadows danced.
Amelia hooked her arm around Christopher's neck, her bewitching voice soft and tender in his ear: "What do you want to do?"
