Since his ruse was seen through, Christopher no longer pretended. His handsome facade relaxed, and, confused, his eyes instinctively sought out the source of the voice, an expression on his face that said, "I did it, what are you going to do about it."
Amelia Garcia could clearly read the subtext in his heart, and immediately, her delicate hand clenched in anger.
"Christopher, if it weren't for the state you're in, I really... I wish I could strangle you to death!" Her chest heaved with rage, and she gritted her teeth.
"Then you're wrong. It's precisely because of the state I'm in now that you could strangle me."
If he weren't in this mummy-like state, given the significant difference in physical strength between men and women, how could she even begin to choke him?
Amelia heard him adding fuel to the fire, her voice breaking with anger, "Christopher! Do you really think... think I can't do anything about you!"