"Hmm," Samuel Johnson gently took the woman's hand and led her to his black sports car with the bodyguard's assistance. He then opened the car door like a gentleman, allowing Annie to get in.
The frivolous and violent persona he once had seemed to have faded with time. He was gentle like a gentleman of noble birth, making it hard to imagine that just a year ago, he could have violently locked someone in a room, forbidding them to leave.
Samuel drove his car. The city had changed little in a year, the air filled with familiar scents. The sunlight fell on his face, and he breathed comfortably, feeling at ease in familiar surroundings, no matter how well he adapted to life overseas.
Annie sat in the car, looking around excitedly at the beautiful city with its charm she had never seen before. Moreover, being Samuel's birthplace made her feel as if everything was shrouded in a layer of romantic haze.
