Samuel Johnson put on his clothes and was about to leave, while Tasha Moore sat on the bed, watching the man's retreating figure, so angry that she began to shed tears. She swept a vase from the nightstand onto the floor and screamed out, "Samuel Johnson! What on Earth do you want me to do?!!"
"Haven't I done well enough? Don't I love you enough? What exactly do you want?"
The vase fell but did not shatter as it rolled to the man's feet with a rumble. Samuel Johnson stopped in his tracks, his gaze upon Tasha Moore laced with a hint of confusion.
What sort of madness is this?
He asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
Tasha, wiping away her tears, said, "Haven't you been too cold to me lately?"
He only found it amusing, "How is that any different from before?"
Being clingy every day, he had started to feel annoyed, but he bore it since Tasha was unwilling to give him space.
He felt he had never spoiled a woman as much as he had spoiled Tasha Moore, yet she was still unhappy.
