Amelia Cobb's indifferent tone suggested that it wasn't herself she was discussing at the moment.
"I'm different from Antony, I can't let a woman suffer with me," Christopher Robinson turned off the hair dryer in his hand, and the humming sound stopped.
He walked over and kissed Amelia Cobb fiercely, pressing her head against his: "Some hardships, a man can bear alone. Women are meant to enjoy a good life."
"Go change," Christopher pushed the underwear into her hand, and Amelia accepted it. She walked into the dressing room still dressed in yesterday's clothes.
"Aren't you afraid I'll turn into the next Madeline Carter?" A spoiled, bottomless mistress.
"You're not her, and you won't become her. There isn't a second one like her in the entire country," Christopher said as he put on his clothes.
Amelia puzzled, "Why do you say that?"
"Madeline's grandfather is this...," Christopher held up his thumb, pointing at the sky.
He continued, "And Madeline's father ranks this..."
