"You plan to keep playing this 'Miss Smith' and 'Mr. Johnson' game with her??" Joy Parker teased him. "It certainly has a sense of intrigue, just depends if she's willing to play along."
"..."
"With your acting skills, if you keep pretending, you'll eventually slip up. Then I'd like to see how you smooth things over."
Samuel Johnson didn't say anything. He just tilted his face slightly, looking at the dim light.
After what seemed like a long while, he finally spoke softly, "I don't know how to face her."
Not as the current Samuel Johnson, but as the one who had already died, to meet Amanda Smith.
He didn't know how to face her.
After all, that person hated him, hated him enough to wish him dead...
His eyes carried a trace of desolation.
Joy Parker was also made to feel more sentimental by him; she sniffed and said to Samuel Johnson, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."
For safety, they both slept in the same room.
