Not knowing if it was the satisfaction of consuming his rival's dish or something else, as Samuel Johnson finished the bowl of chicken soup, he still felt a lingering sense of longing.
He put down his chopsticks and licked his lips, nodding at Amanda Smith, "Thank you, Miss Smith."
Amanda Smith watched him finish the chicken soup cleanly and felt an overwhelming guilt towards Evan Willow. A year apart, and she didn't know how Samuel had become so shameless, leaving her, the hostess, at a loss for words.
She shook her head: "No need to thank me. If we must talk about today, I should be the one to thank you. If it wasn't for your help, I wouldn't be here."
Samuel's movements paused, and he raised his head to look at Amanda, his deep eyes emitting an unfathomable light that made Amanda start to feel nervous.
"Speaking of what happened at the banquet," Samuel said coolly, "the most important thing is still Miss Smith's own reasons."
"What?" Amanda was taken aback.
