Samuel Johnson woke up the next day, and Amanda Smith was already not by his side. He felt the blanket and realized that the spot beside him had long since cooled, indicating that she had left quite some time ago.
He didn't really feel much about it. As he sat up from the bed, he saw the neatly folded clothes placed by the bedside.
It was always Amanda who did this when she left.
He reached out, put them on, and walked downstairs.
Downstairs, he indeed saw Amanda.
She was having breakfast in the dining room with his mother, and when she saw him, she calmly nodded at him, her composure such that one wouldn't guess she was the person who had been with him last night.
She knew how to act appropriately.
Perhaps she also realized that even after what had happened, he couldn't possibly take responsibility for her. Once this naïve thought vanished, it indeed relieved him a great deal.