At the dining table, Amanda Smith was saying something to Mr. Johnson, and both of them had smiles on their faces, looking harmonious and joyful.
Samuel Johnson also had a smile on his face, but his fingers clutching the chopsticks were somewhat tense. He watched Amanda, who was chatting and laughing with Mr. Johnson across the table, his face growing even more handsome as he smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Amanda, growing darker and colder by the minute.
After what Amanda did today, she knew Samuel would come to settle accounts with her, yet she hadn't expected him not even to drop off Tasha Moore at her home before rushing back so quickly.
It seemed Samuel was truly angry today.
Anxious to come back and settle scores with her.
Amanda bitterly smiled to herself, feeling the icy gaze Samuel cast upon her during dinner, infused with anger, as if wanting to flay her skin and tear her bones in silent fury.
