Chapitre 370: Chapter 368: What do you want to do?

The car windows were tightly shut, but Amanda Smith still felt cold.

Samuel Johnson's hands seemed even colder than her fingertips, that trace of chillness ran up to her heart through her fingers, then spread throughout her body via her heart.

She was almost restless, simply wanting to open the door and run away.

She could feel Samuel Johnson's gaze constantly on her, that sharp gaze like an X-ray, chilling her spine, making her feel like a frog pinned on a dissection table, about to be cut open by the man beside her at any moment.

She moved her hand slightly, and it seemed he detected this, immediately clamping down tightly on her fingers, so Amanda dared not move anymore.

Samuel Johnson could feel her fear. After that great excitement had slowly settled, he clearly sensed her fright.