The room fell silent for a few seconds before his voice came through.
"…I'm here."
You're not asleep?
She pursed her lips, speaking softly, "Then… I have to go now. Lie on your side for a while and wait until your back is dry, then have the caregiver help you turn over and lie flat."
Seeing that he did not respond, Amelia Garcia fell silent as well and turned away.
"How long will you keep up this virtue?"
His voice suddenly came from behind her, making her stiffen and turn back.
Christopher Hart had opened his eyes, and because he was lying on his side, his gaze serenely landed on some indistinct spot, as if he were talking to himself.
Seeing that he still harped on this question in his mind, Amelia felt somewhat powerless and seriously asked, "Can't we get along like friends aside from love and affection? I'll just consider it as taking care of a friend. Besides, you are the father of our children."