Chapter 45 Cruelty
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Hearing Amanda Smith's words, Samuel Johnson didn't say anything more. He slightly lifted his chin, his demeanor as arrogant as a Persian cat, a mocking smile on his handsome, delicate face.
"Lowly creature," he said slowly, his eyes revealing a trace of contempt.
Amanda watched him with no expression.
Perhaps she was somewhat emotionally deficient, or maybe she was too persistently fixated on one person or thing, as to barely respond to other emotional fluctuations. In this world, the only person who could hurt her with words was the man standing before her.
She slightly tilted her face upward to look at him, "Is loving you that despicable?"
This was the second time she asked this question.
Samuel squinted slightly as he looked down at Amanda, who was looking up at him. For some reason, he was a bit reluctant to look into the gleam that flashed in her eyes.
He had always known that Amanda loved him.
It was so obvious in her behavior that ignoring it was difficult.