At this moment, watching Christopher Robinson sitting beside the bed, carefully dealing with the bloodstains, her heart couldn't help but flutter.
For a girl who hadn't been carefully cared for in her youth to encounter such a husband upon growing up, it was inevitable that she would compare him with those people from her past, and Christopher Robinson was a true winner by comparison.
Oh, Christopher Robinson, you are indeed a master of capturing hearts.
Amelia Cobb walked slowly towards him, stood behind him, placed her hand on his shoulder, rested her chin on his head, and gently rubbed against him like a kitten.
Christopher paused, his silk pajamas on and his sleeves looking like they were about to fall down at any moment: "Changed already?"
Amelia grunted in response.
"Want to go back to the guest room and sleep for a while?" The man glanced at the time and tenderly suggested.
"And you?"