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His counter-question was obviously very cunning.
What kind of answer was this?
But Tasha Moore preferred to believe her own guess.
She absolutely could not admit that her charm had been surpassed by that woman, Amanda Smith!
Her complexion softened a bit, and she snuggled up to Samuel Johnson like a clingy bird, softly saying, "Samuel, I won't pursue this matter this time, but let there be no next time... Otherwise, I will be heartbroken."
She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest, letting him feel her heartbeat.
Samuel Johnson lowered his eyes, looking at Tasha Moore clinging to him, his expression still indifferent— a look of extreme nonchalance.
Tim Morrison observed from the side, lifting his glass and taking a hefty drink.
No matter how much he found Samuel Johnson to be a good friend, sometimes he still felt this man might inherently lack a heart.
Blessed with a face that stirred romantic longings in women, yet he possessed an exceedingly cold heart.
