Amelia raised her hand and pummeled him, "Daniel Cooper, what are you up to now?"
"Taking you to change your clothes," the man's strong arms securely Wrapped her waist as he steadily climbed the stairs, his voice carrying a laugh, "But if you keep fussing, I might not be able to control myself and do something else."
Amelia's struggling abruptly paused, then she tensed her cheeks and fell silent.
The man carried her straight to the walk-in closet, and it was only after setting her down that he took a good look around,
This was completely different from the wardrobe in the bedroom, which only had some of his usual suits and shirts, while this place was dazzling with rows of women's clothes, shoes, bags…
And they were all new, with the tags still on, filling up the entire room.
Amelia stared in astonishment; these things were more than triple of what she had at home.
Had this man gone mad?
