"Samuel..."
After Samuel Johnson had dropped her off at her doorstep, Tasha Moore clung to his arm and looked up at him with a face full of sorrow, asking, "Does your grandfather dislike me?"
Under the dim light, her face was as pure and beautiful as a lily.
Samuel Johnson smiled and stroked her hair, "How could he."
"Then he..."
"He just doesn't like me being with any woman other than Amanda Smith, that's all."
Amanda Smith...
Tasha Moore thought of the woman who had been eating quietly at the dinner table, seemingly without any presence, as quiet as a dead person, yet everyone's gaze at the table never strayed from her.
"Did your grandfather ask you to marry her?" Tasha looked up at him and asked.
Samuel Johnson took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and nodded indifferently, "Yeah."
His tone was casual, as if he didn't care.
