Christopher Robinson stared at Amelia Cobb with a hint of mockery in his eyes and sneered, "Even as a ghost, you won't let me go?"
The man tapped the ashtray, snuffed out his cigarette, and with his freed hand, seized Amelia, "Let's go! The premise of not letting me go is to first become a ghost."
Amelia's arm was lifted by Christopher.
She looked at him, her gaze on Christopher filled with a venom that did not belong to her age, "Mr. Robinson has psychological trauma, doesn't he?"
Instantly, the atmosphere in the living room became tranquil.
Amelia's steady voice continued, "You're interested in me and want to have me in the palm of your hand, but you doubt me. Thus, you test and investigate in every possible way. An ordinary person wouldn't do this, Mr. Robinson—do you need a psychologist?"
A man, interested in a girl and intending to keep her under his control as an engaged couple, should love in a normal manner.
Not like Christopher, with suspicion and doubt.