When was the last time Sadie saw her husband so restrained?
It was probably many years ago when Mr.
Robinson’s mother-in-law came to him, asking him to do something he couldn’t do for financial gain, but had to do out of moral obligation.
At that time, he endured a hundred times more, and his anger was just short of bursting.
But this man, after weighing all the pros and cons, still chose to extinguish his own anger.
As restrained as he is today.
Essentially, Christopher is not a person who indulges himself arbitrarily.
His upbringing molded him into a restrained person.
It is appropriate to describe him as someone who practices self-discipline and follows his principles.
His anger circled in his chest for a long time before finally subsiding.
Amelia’s carefree attitude contrasts sharply with Christopher’s solemn demeanor: “Whether I want to confine and torment you, or take care of you carefully, you have no choice, Amelia.
If I were you, I would be smarter.”
“But I am not you, Mr.
Robinson,” Amelia speaks word by word with her back to Christopher.
Her cold tone is not inferior to Christopher’s.
There is some gritting of teeth in the words ‘Mr.
Robinson’.
Christopher, with his status, had to pinch his time as he shuttled between various international occasions.
Amelia at this time, of course, did not give him much thought to waste his time.
If it had been Evelyn in the past, he might have been willing to waste some time discussing things with her.
“Take care of Miss Cobb.”
“Yes,” Sadie knows that even if her husband does not mention it, she knows this is directed at her.
Amelia sits in the chair for a long time.
And Sadie has been standing silently beside her, not urging, not speaking.
Like a silent robot.
For Amelia, Sadie has always treated her as a guest.
And Sadie excels at the art of treating guests.
That is why she has been able to stay by Christopher’s side all these years.
In Sadie’s eyes, Amelia is a very composed person when she is quiet.
This woman, although her face reveals childlike innocence, her eyes give a sense of having experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Her upright posture is not something that can be pretended, but rather, it is revealed from the bones.
She is a contradictory combination.
At the age of twenty-one, she already carries the sense of having lived through half a lifetime.
Amelia went to the courtyard today, not far from the dining room.
She walked along the cobblestone path in the garden.
In May, the peonies were in full bloom.
Various flowers were colorful and beautiful, Amelia stood in front of the peony and fell into deep thought.
Once, a friend pointed to a wild peony and said to her, “Do you know?
The first time I met you, I thought you were just like it – no friends, but proud and independent.”
Amelia hooks her lips, the smile is neither deep nor shallow, and carries a touch of desolation.
In the second-floor study, a man is standing by the window taking a phone call.
His gaze remains locked on the person standing below when his hand raising the cigarette pauses.
Evelyn?
Christopher hurriedly pushes the window open and takes a closer look, realizing it is Amelia.
This scene had happened only two weeks ago in Orchard Garden.
International Negotiator Evelyn Cobb was his guest at Orchard Garden when he took a call during their conversation, and Evelyn wandered around the courtyard, standing in the same spot, staring at the same flower.
In that moment, Christopher felt the two were very similar.
The man throws the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and rubs his temples with his free hand.
A sense of fatigue wells up from within.
As he takes a closer look, Amelia has already crouched down.
“Bella” crouches down at her feet, using her claws to scratch her knee.
Amelia crouches down and talks to the cat.
The cat responds to her with a sound in return.
The strange and thrilling scene locks Christopher’s gaze.
The line of sight from above is too blunt, and there is no evasion.
Amelia turns her eyes, and their gazes collide.
As for Christopher?
He does not avoid it.
How does that saying go?
True love will be shy.
If you don’t love, you will be open and generous.
Amelia hooks her lips and slowly retracts her gaze.
Amelia is not having a good time at Orchard Garden, and the Cobb family is in a mess.
Kallie Rayno’s face is red and her neck is thick with anger.
After a round of quarrel, she sits on the couch, wiping her tears.
William Cobb sits opposite, his elbow on his knee and his face in his hands.
His face is full of grief.
“Bring Amelia back tomorrow.”
“Christopher won’t agree,” William says with a hint of helplessness.
“What is Christopher, that he can keep my daughter and not let her go?
Huh?”
“He is not what, but most of the lifeblood of the capital’s prominent families is in his hands,” William’s tone is not overly aggressive, nor does he deliberately express anything, but his calm statement makes Kallie silent.
On Amelia’s third day at Orchard Garden, she found it extremely boring, and if it weren’t for a cat accompanying her, depression would probably not be far away.
On the fourth day, as she sits at the dining table in the morning, she speaks to Christopher: “I should go back to school.”
Christopher didn’t make things difficult for her: “Let Sadie arrange a driver.”
He is very busy.
Early to leave and late to return, he’s hardly ever seen.
Apart from the first evening meal, Amelia has not seen him for several days.
Only at midnight, the sound of a car engine in the courtyard can prove that he has come back.
Until the next morning, they might meet at the dining table, or they might not.
“Don’t forget, Miss Cobb, tomorrow night.”
Christopher finishes speaking, takes a towel handed by the servant, wipes his hands, and leaves the dining room.
It has been two weeks since the incident on May 17.
Amelia gradually walks out of that uncontrollable sense of powerlessness.
She goes to class in the morning and sees a crowd in the hallway before she even enters.
They are whispering to each other about something.
“Christopher Robinson will give a speech at the School of Economics tomorrow morning?”
“What’s the big deal with the School of Economics?
Every big shot they invite is so good.”
“Half of the country’s families have visited.”
“I heard Christopher is engaged to a girl from our school.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s not a secret, it was even in the news.”
“When?
Why didn’t I know?”
Because of that person’s words just now, the crowd suddenly exploded with excitement.
Amelia retreated in time.
Fearing being surrounded later.
“Amelia————–,” The call of Abner Rodriguez comes from behind.
“Are you going to the International Relations class?”
Amelia nods.
“So am I, together?”
“If I say no, will you take a detour?” Amelia asks coldly.
Abner smiles and shakes his head: “Not likely, Aunt Kallie told me to look after you.”
Abner’s mother has been a good friend of Kallie for many years.
The two often get together.
Amelia knew about this a few days ago.
She is not too surprised.
The young man beside her is spirited and full of youthful vitality.
If it had been a few years ago, he might have been the type she liked.
But now————–Leave it.
Amelia feels old.
“Are you going to Mr.
Robinson’s speech tomorrow?”