When Amanda Smith was angry, her tone always carried a hint of chill.
Upon hearing her words, Samuel Johnson felt like he was about to lose his mind.
Had Amanda confirmed his suspicions with what she just said?
He felt as if his heart was being slowly squeezed by something, the pain turning his face ashen.
...to think, by another man...
In his eyes, Amanda Smith was his possession.
Only he could scold her, could bully her, no one else, whether woman or man, was allowed.
His possession, defiled by someone else...
It was as if a string in his brain snapped with a twang.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, tossing her onto the bed before Amanda could react.
Amanda was slammed against it, and despite the soft bedding, the impact left her dazed and disoriented.
"Samuel Johnson!" Amanda was truly angry, what madness had taken him now?, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Cleanse!"
The man's face was dark and menacing as he stared intently at Amanda's face.