He kissed her deeply.
Giving her the utmost tenderness.
After a while, when Amelia Cobb could hardly breathe, Christopher Robinson spoke softly, pressing his forehead against hers: "Your mood is off today."
Emotions raced through Amelia's mind as she tried to find a suitable explanation for her unsteady mood.
After pondering for a moment, she finally found a suitable reason and excuse: "Sherwin Sutton came to see me today, asking if I'm interested in finding a new job."
Upon hearing Sherwin's name, Christopher's face turned cold: "What else did he say?"
"A lot, all flirtatious words."
Amelia stroked the nape of the man's neck, as if touching a cat.
The man hugged her waist and sternly said: "Stay away from people like Sherwin Sutton, a rich second generation."
"But he sticks to me like chewing gum." Amelia pretended to be distressed.
Christopher understood: "Last time I broke three of his ribs, and he was quiet for two years. This time... six?"
