"Did it burn you?" he asked.
"I don't need your help!" Amelia snapped, elbowing him hard as he enveloped her from behind. "Back off!"
The man took the hit stoically without moving away; instead, he pressed even closer, hurriedly placing her hand under the faucet. "Quickly rinse it with cold water, don't let it burn."
"I said I don't need your help, can't you understand!" She grew even angrier, her tone rising.
Luckily, the range hood was still on, and the kitchen door was closed, so the children in the living room couldn't hear.
"Christopher Hart, aren't you always high and mighty, too good for everyone? And now here you are, groveling to your ex-wife, don't you feel ashamed?" She turned around, her hair somewhat disheveled, glaring at him up close and choosing her words harshly.
Christopher didn't look at her, his profile cold and indifferent, as his large hand continued to hold hers under the running water.
"A man pursuing the woman he likes, how is that disgraceful?"