Today's dinner time was as silent and oppressive as always. Amanda Smith ate quietly alone, occasionally feeling the weight of Samuel Johnson's gaze upon her. It felt like he was trying to uncover something from her presence, that heavy look pressing uncomfortably against her stomach.
After hurriedly eating a few bites, she put down her chopsticks and went upstairs.
She could feel his gaze lifting as she left, following her departure, making her feel like there were thorns in her back.
Did he...notice something?
A pregnancy of just over a month could not possibly show on her body, with her abdomen still flat. It couldn't be that he knew...
Amanda Smith bit her lower lip lightly and hurriedly went upstairs. Only when out of sight of his gaze did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
