As for Christopher Robinson, it was definitely false to say that he had no desire for control.
He could be casual and indifferent toward things that did not concern him.
But for Amelia Cobb - he could not.
In a sense, Amelia was his possession, and there could be no mistakes.
When Amelia received Christopher's call, she had already left the tennis court and was driving back to Orchard Garden.
When she saw the three words "Christopher Robinson" moving on her cellphone screen, she was inexplicably frightened.
A sense of terror crawled up her back.
Amelia's first reaction was that Christopher must have known something; otherwise, there would be no such call today.
Thousands of solutions spread through Amelia's mind, but no matter how many ways to resolve the situation, she had to answer the phone quickly when faced with the urgent ringtone.
"Where are you?" The man's voice was cold and harsh.
Amelia gripped the steering wheel while waiting for the red light: "On the way home."
