Amelia Garcia couldn't help but laugh, scoffing, "You really have no shame, saying such things! Your body is yours; if you want to kill yourself, there's nothing I can do about it!"
He earnestly replied, "You do have a way—your presence is the solution."
Amelia turned her head away helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
His mind might not be right, but that didn't seem to affect his ability to spout cheesy romantic lines.
"Amelia…" he began to whine again, drawing out the word, seemingly determined not to give up until he got what he wanted.
"Christopher, don't push your luck. Don't think that just because I'm being a bit nicer to you now that I have forgiven you."
"You might not forgive me, but that doesn't stop you from moving in." He continued, dead serious, "Don't you like to scold me? If you live here, you can do it every day, and if it really comes to it, you can even hit me; after all, I can't fight back."
Amelia was at a loss for words!