Amanda Smith felt every pore on her body stand on end. How could she possibly go over? An aura emanated from the other person, making her heart pound and her courage falter. Taking a step back, Amanda thought to herself that if Samuel Johnson were to make any inappropriate moves, she would open the door and flee.
"Samuel, what... are you doing in my room?"
Samuel Johnson's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Amanda's wary expression, and he let out a soft tsk. He moved toward the bed, exposing his neck to Amanda and said, "I've been injured."
As he moved, the light shone on his long, fair neck, and Amanda immediately noticed the vivid bite mark.
Her expression changed, and she said softly, "I'll go call the butler to get you a medical kit..."
"You have one in your room too," Samuel Johnson said, leaning against the bed with his arms crossed, commanding, "Go find me a band-aid."
It was just a bite mark that wasn't even bleeding... Why need a band-aid...
