Five years, another five years had passed.
Year after year, he felt he couldn't bear it once more.
Only by keeping her tightly bound to his side could he feel at ease.
At this moment, Samuel Johnson's gaze upon her was aggressive, and Amanda Smith felt as if she were being watched by some fierce feline, every pore on her body stood on end.
She looked at the tense line of his jaw, feeling a bit sour in her heart. Amanda nodded, "Okay, I'll go inside."
Samuel Johnson released his hold but didn't move, watching Amanda Smith enter before he seemed to exhale in relief, closing the door and entering the room.
Amanda Smith, holding Lily Smith in her arms, sat on the sofa watching Samuel Johnson eat. The man ate slowly, occasionally glancing at her to confirm it was indeed her, then he would take another bite.
