Lucas King stepped into the living room, ready to report on important matters, only to be caught off guard by such a provocative scene that his eyes nearly popped out.
The servants standing by, all aunties and elder sisters, were so embarrassed they couldn't bear to look, each wishing they could hide underground.
"Mmm mmm..." Amelia struggled and resisted, but the man still managed to force feed her.
What was worse—
Apparently fearing she'd spit it out, he didn't let go after feeding her, just kept gripping her jaw firmly until she had to breathe due to lack of oxygen and hastily swallowed in embarrassment.
"Pff...caugh, caugh caugh—" The food had gone down the wrong pipe, and the woman began coughing in agony.
Christopher finally let go, his attractive, thin lips curving up slightly, as he watched her discomfort with great interest.
Amelia kept coughing, unable to straighten her back.
Lucas and the servants were all petrified.