"Are you really afraid of them?" the man asked indifferently.
"Afraid? Not really, but who likes to be at sword's point every time they meet?"
Christopher looked at her, his tone low and serious, "You don't need to be afraid of anyone, as long as I'm still breathing, I will protect you."
Protect her?
Amelia was somewhat doubtful.
Even struggling to take care of himself, he still had the nerve to make such grand statements!
But she did not mock him out loud, instead, she played along: "Then I owe you one, Mr. Hart."
He, quite seriously, replied, "No thanks necessary."
—Protecting his woman was the least he could do.
Whether it was out of extreme hunger or not, Christopher ended up drinking the entire pot of soup that had been sitting there for half a day.
Amelia finished tidying up the bowls and spoons, then turned to look at him, observing carefully.
"Do you... feel any discomfort? Like a stomachache or something?"