He glared at Amanda Smith viciously, his tone becoming sarcastic, "Amanda Smith, is that how badly you crave a man? If I don't want you, you just casually find other men?" He watched her eyes slowly widen, his tone nasty, "Where did you let him touch you? Tell me!"
The grating sound invaded her ears, causing her heart to spasm.
Amanda Smith's face turned slightly pale, anger rendering her speechless for a moment.
Perhaps in this man's eyes, she was just that debased, that shameless, that self-degrading...
"Samuel Johnson, get out," she called him by his full name, forcefully shaking off his hand, her tone icy cold, "Get the hell out!"
The face that was always gentle now seemed to have a layer of frost congealed on it, her gaze towards him appearing to contain loathing.
Being looked at like this, a sense of panic rose in him for no reason.