Meanwhile, in the shower, Christopher saw this and didn't have time to rinse off the foam from his body. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
With bare feet, he hurried towards Amelia.
"What happened?"
"Dizzy."
"Should I carry you?"
"No, I'll just stand for a while, don't touch me."
She didn't want to get foam all over herself and have to take another shower.
Because of Amelia's words, Christopher's worried face darkened a few shades.
After a few seconds of silence, he scoffed at her pretentiousness and carried her horizontally to place her on the sofa by the window.
Amelia, hearing his words, was somewhat unhappy.
"The pretentiousness is what you've spoiled in me."
Christopher put on a robe from the dressing room and brought up breakfast: "I'm willing to spoil you, I'm just afraid you'll think I spoil you too much."
Amelia: "....... What are you implying about me?"
"Conscience of heaven and earth, would I dare imply anything about you?"
