Samuel Johnson felt a momentary blockage in his chest, he paused, and after a brief moment, coldly hooked up the corner of his lips, "Is that so? Well, congratulations."
Amanda Smith lowered her eyes, asking indifferently, "Is there anything else?"
"No." Samuel Johnson withdrew his gaze, "Get lost."
His tone was as bad as it could be.
Amanda turned around and walked upstairs, her figure slowly vanishing from his line of sight.
The frustration in Samuel's heart was so choking, it made his heart pound. He clenched his fingers tightly, knowing that this time Amanda was truly serious.
He had hurt her deeply this time, causing the woman who always pestered him relentlessly to finally give up hope.
He should have been happy. She finally left, there was finally peace, he should have been opening champagne in celebration, not sitting here with his fists clenched, seething with rage.
Damn Amanda Smith!
