Amanda Smith smiled faintly and nodded, watching as the housekeeper hurriedly rushed off.
She lowered her eyes, her smile quiet and unassuming.
"Mom," Samuel Johnson came downstairs leisurely in his slippers. Upon seeing Amanda sitting next to his mother, he raised an eyebrow, "You two seem to be enjoying your chat. What are you talking about?"
Mrs. Johnson, seeing her son, affectionately pulled him to sit on the sofa, her smile beaming, "This is the first time you've brought a girlfriend home. Can't a mother ask a few questions?"
Samuel Johnson lounged on the sofa, laughing lazily, "Sure, sure, sure, Mom. Do whatever you want."
"Samuel." Tasha Moore came over and sat down as well. She wrapped her arms around Samuel's neck and whispered, "Why did you stay upstairs for so long? It was so boring being alone."
Samuel Johnson lightly raised his eyebrows and ran his fingers through her long hair, speaking carelessly, "Don't you have my mom? I saw you two were having a great time."
