"..." Amanda Smith was silent.
Samuel Johnson pressed on, "I really know I was wrong, be angry with me. At that time, I just wanted to see you so much... but I didn't know how to find you... You have no idea how sad I was that year."
Amanda furrowed her brows and pulled her hand back. Samuel had no choice but to wrap his arms around her waist, pressing his face against her flat belly: "Amanda, you have a child now, don't be angry, getting angry will cause wrinkles, and it's not good for the baby..."
Amanda was worn down by his persistence, her fingers landed on his hair, giving it a hard tug, causing Samuel to grimace in pain.
"You..."
She seemed to be at her wit's end, looking at the handsome profile of the man, she sighed softly.
She had always been able to tolerate him unconditionally, because of her deep affection for him.
She was so afraid that her liking for him would eventually cost her, her principles.
