"Christopher?" Caitlin Carter turned her head to see her husband still in a daze and couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong, was today's speech too exhausting?"
She set aside the clothes in her hand, walked over to Christopher Simonson, and began to massage his shoulders and head.
"Your complexion has been getting worse lately, although the election is important, you can't neglect your health." Caitlin slowly massaged him and sighed, "Let's go to the hospital for a check-up later, shall we? Do you still think you're a twenty-year-old? At your age, you should know better than to not take care of yourself..."
Christopher Simonson smiled and said, "What, at forty, you think I'm old now?"
Caitlin smiled and gently tapped him.
The couple chatted for a while in the room before a servant came to call them downstairs for dinner.
