"Why did you drink so much?"
The man held Amelia Cobb's cheek and gave her a peck: "Happy."
In the room, besides Amelia, there were Kallie Rayno and Ben Clinton. Christopher Robinson's peck made Amelia feel like the blood in her brain was flowing backward.
Without thinking, she slapped Christopher's arm.
The man laughed instead of getting angry, cuddling her waist and calling her sweetly.
And asked her, "What did you eat at noon?"
"Didn't I send you a picture?"
Mr. Robinson said, "It wasn't clear."
"President Robinson's eyesight isn't good?"
"Sweetie, do you dislike me?" When Christopher called Amelia "sweetie," it had a loving and indulgent undertone.
Amelia listened, feeling warmth in her heart.
There was indeed a significant age difference between the two in this life, and Christopher had mourned this more than once.
The combination of an older husband and a younger wife was a fine story passed down in others' mouths, but occasionally, it was a heartache for him.
