"But Mr. Johnson..." someone said anxiously, "perhaps that woman is still in this room, not having left yet. Our people are all around; if she wants to leave, it would be as hard as flying without wings!"
Samuel Johnson lifted his gaze and glanced indifferently at the speaker, his other hand wrapping around Amanda Smith's waist. He clearly felt her tension and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, carrying a hint of pleasure, "Let's go."
After saying that, he didn't look back, leading Amanda away from the empty doorway.
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Sitting in the car, Amanda looked out of the window. The morning sun was already high in the sky; it was a new day.
The driver was at the front driving, while Samuel Johnson sat beside her, his eyes slightly closed. Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and the man next to her slumped over. Amanda nearly cried out in fright, but then she heard him softly say on her lap, "Let me lean on you for a bit... I'm very tired."