From a short distance away, Joy Parker, who was holding two oranges and about to peel them, also froze in place. She blankly stared at Samuel Johnson for a moment, then couldn't help but turn her head to glance at Amanda Smith before abruptly standing up from the sofa, "Samuel, you..."
"Why don't you go out and play for a while?" Samuel Johnson looked up, smiled at her, "Once I'm done with the interview, I'll give you a call."
His tone and smile were undoubtedly gentle. Joy Parker stuffed an orange into her mouth, trembled at his smile, obediently nodded her head, and left, opening the door.
After Joy Parker left, the room was completely left with only Amanda Smith and Samuel Johnson.
Amanda Smith had a notebook on her lap, and her whole being seemed dazed. She watched the man in front of her speak gently to the woman who just left; his tone was the one she remembered him using for a lover.
Even just a year ago, she had enjoyed this gentle tone of his.