Amanda Smith had thought she wouldn't see Samuel Johnson again so soon, but that evening, the man barged in once more.
Upon seeing him, Amanda felt a twinge of joy, yet the rest was nothing but fear.
As the man approached, she instinctively stepped back, her fingers unconsciously clenching.
This nervous demeanor did not escape Samuel's notice, and unexpectedly, it ignited a spark of irritation in him.
Tsk, the young master comes to see you, and you greet him with that look?
Samuel was a bit displeased, suppressing the lust and anger in his heart. He snorted coldly, then suddenly turned and walked toward the door.
"Bang!"
The door closed.
Amanda's strength drained from her body all at once.
Samuel had come without reason and left just as inexplicably, without saying a word. Amanda thought about the smell of alcohol on him and guessed that he must be drunk...
Otherwise, she really couldn't understand the meaning behind his actions tonight...