Amelia walked out of the bedroom with her phone in hand and had just reached the stairs when she caught the scent of food. She thought the bedroom was empty because he had already gone to work, but unexpectedly, he was still at home.
As she descended the stairs, her phone chimed with a message. While walking and reading, she suddenly tripped over something, and her body lurched forward—
The next second, a pair of man's arms quickly steadied her, and then she was lifted off her feet.
The man's deep, pleasant voice softly echoed above her head, "If you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask, why go through all this trouble of falling and not wearing shoes? I would be distressed if you hurt yourself or caught a cold."
"Mr. Cooper is overthinking it," Amelia said with a faint smile and a light scoff, "Now that I've asked, can you put me down?"
