Chapter 455: Slitting the Wrist 1

Samuel Johnson had always felt that Amanda Smith's body attracted him more than any other woman, and even when she wasn't proactive, he found pleasure in her presence.

But now he realized it was all an illusion.

He felt his hands trembling lightly, perhaps because he had waited so long for this moment that he didn't know what to do next, like a child who had finally obtained the fruit of his dreams but dared not eat it when holding it in his hands.

Amanda Smith, her mind muddled by the fire within her, became a bit clearer due to the slight chill, and at this moment, she had lost all reason. She didn't know what she wanted; she just felt the urge to get closer to the person in front of her, her subconscious seemingly aware that he could resolve her current predicament.

Samuel was flustered by her clinging; Amanda's clothes hung on his arm, and she seemed oblivious to it all, just clutching at him with all her might, completely out of her mind.