Chapter 342: Evan, I'm Back (1)

He held Annie's hand, descending the staircase step by step. Downstairs, men and women were clapping enthusiastically. His face bore a mask-like smile of elegance and nobility, symbolic of the Johnson family's bloodline. He pretended to forget the panic slowly spreading in his heart at that moment, as well as the piercing pain that was creeping around him like vines. Samuel Johnson's father began to give a speech in the center, and the crowd's attention shifted to his father. Samuel breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the composed facade on his face began to crack, revealing the agonizing pain within.

"There's nothing to be pained about," he told himself, but a break was okay, just a short break. Once rested, he would be the unbreakable young master of the Johnson family again. He wouldn't suffer inexplicable heartaches, nor would he go searching for traces of that person. He had his fiancée now; it didn't matter. He could endure it.