And Samuel Johnson might have a wife and children by now, not entangled with her anymore.
Amanda Smith watched him in silence as he walked over, placed the serving plate on the coffee table, and his deep eyes turned towards her face, seemingly surprised, as he reached out to touch her eye corner, "Why are you crying?"
Amanda dodged his hand and hurriedly lowered her head, stuffing the USB drive into her pocket, then sat up from the bed, "It's nothing... just a nightmare."
...
Samuel withdrew his hand that she had avoided, observed her reddened eyes, and pursed his lips slightly, watching her as she came over and sat down at the edge of the coffee table. He couldn't help but lean in closer to watch her eat.
His gaze was focused and profound, staring at Amanda as she struggled to eat, and for some reason, she felt nervous under his watch.
She bit her lower lip lightly and raised her head to look at Samuel, asking, "What are you looking at?"
