Chapter 418 We Can't Go Back Anymore

She began to suspect that Samuel Johnson was a kitchen killer, turning anything that passed through his hands into such an unsightly disaster.

This guy, despite being so picky with his taste buds, seemed to see no fault in the things he made himself.

Samuel Johnson came clinging on to her, disregarding Amanda Smith's resistance and embracing her, "Amanda, your health isn't good, you can't avoid doctors and treatment."

"..."

"We need to get well to have babies, don't we?"

"..." Who's having babies with you?

...

After Samuel Johnson gave a long, earnest lecture, Amanda Smith, held in his arms, remained indifferent.

Over this period, he had almost grown accustomed to Amanda Smith's expressionless face; not minding it, he picked up the bowl of herbal medicine and said to Amanda, "If you won't eat it yourself, shall I feed you?"

Then, with her eyes wide open, he drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.