That day, Christopher Robinson skipped work to hang out with his wife.
When they returned to Orchard Garden, Amelia seemed to recall something, her gaze falling on the man's face, hesitating to speak.
As if the man could see her concerns in one glance, his warm palm gently patted her back: "Let's go back inside."
Only then did Amelia's heart calm down.
It wasn't that she didn't like Madeline Carter, but rather that she didn't like being controlled. Though Madeline hadn't said anything explicitly, there was sometimes an underlying sense of control in her words and gazes.
It was only natural that Amelia didn't like it.
At Orchard Garden, as soon as Amelia entered, 等一下 the cat came running with its tail raised, meowing. Amelia bent down to pick it up, holding it in her arms and rubbing it.
As she rubbed, cat hair flew everywhere.
