Jordan Guthrie looked at Amanda Smith, who had just put down her chopsticks, and smiled, "It's been a long time, Miss Smith."
Amanda Smith gazed at him warily, without speaking.
Jordan Guthrie observed her appearance and laughed again, "Don't be nervous, Miss Smith, haven't I treated you quite well?"
"If by 'well,' you mean keeping me cooped up in a room like a domestic fowl, then yes, it's quite 'good.'
Jordan Guthrie didn't expect her to retort and let out a laugh. This woman seemed so delicate, but when pushed, she could bite back.
He spread his hands, "You don't understand, my place is rather dangerous too. I kept you in the room just to ensure your safety, that's all."
Amanda Smith looked at him coldly, "Mr. Jordan is quite eloquent, making imprisonment sound so righteous."
Jordan Guthrie wasn't ashamed; on the contrary, he took pride in it, responding with a few cheerful remarks, "You flatter me."
