Amanda Smith bit her lip tightly, her pale face filled with suppressed emotions. How could she possibly not long for it? If it was all a misunderstanding, then what was her revenge against Samuel Johnson?
She had almost killed him…
Her heart ached so much she was nearly in tears. How could the things she did just pass by?
Samuel Johnson felt her slight trembling; he held her tight, kissing her cold face. If it was all a misunderstanding, it would be more than wonderful. If he could just be with her like this, then all the hardships he had endured in the past were worth it.
His heart was bursting with a sweet flavor, holding her felt like holding the entire future.
What he once thought he could never have again, he could now embrace once more. That feeling was beyond words.
Amanda Smith was held tightly by Samuel Johnson, his body warmth slowly heating her cold fingers. She lifted her head slowly, grabbed Samuel's hand, and buried her face in his dry, warm palm.
