161 160: You might as well just tell me to become a monk_1

Christopher Robinson was a man of his word.

The fact that he later placed Amelia Cobb on the master bedroom's big bed showed that he had no intention of letting her go in the future.

How could he let a woman he had his sights on, slip away so easily from his grasp?

Amelia looked at the locked door, a feeling of fear surging in her heart. After trying several times, she slowly closed her eyes, calmed her overflowing emotions, and turned to look at Christopher: "What does Mr. Robinson mean by this?"

The man stood at the door of the study, enjoying Amelia's struggle.

At this moment, he seemed to be standing on the shore, watching Amelia struggling against the water.

"It means exactly what Miss Cobb sees it to be," the man said coldly, parting his thin lips just slightly.

Amelia's hand on the doorknob slowly withdrew, her gaze turning from slight anger to indifference as she looked at Christopher.

Her derisive words were like sharp needles: "Is Mr. Robinson lacking a woman?"