Now, as she suddenly thought of that saying, those two words, they seemed custom-made for Christopher Robinson.
If she were loved by such a man, Amelia thought, as long as she didn't betray Christopher in this life, didn't go against him, and didn't face him with drawn swords on the battlefield, then it wouldn't be too bad.
Because this man was willing to give her the best of everything, and that was enough.
July, a season of flourishing life.
There was a moment of silence in the study due to Christopher's words.
The man looked down at Amelia, and Amelia stretched out her hand to hook his neck, offering her thin kiss.
In the quiet afternoon, only the sound of cicadas in the courtyard and the working central air conditioning in the room could be heard. But these noises were negligible compared to the sounds of the two entwined.
At eleven-thirty, Sadie called the senior executives of D&T Group to have lunch.
The executives watched Christopher go upstairs.
