Bab 47: Chapter 47 Eyes Empty, No Fixed Place

Amanda Smith's dawdling was irritating Samuel Johnson. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully, throwing her onto the bed despite her desperate struggles.

His sheets were black, and Amanda, dressed in a white dress, fell upon his bed. The stark contrast seemed to destroy the joy of crushing a pure and flawless flower, giving him a secret thrill.

Meeting Amanda's frightened eyes, he let out a light laugh, his words cruel, "Stop putting on an act. Who was it that shamelessly climbed into my bed back then? Now you're pretending to be some chaste and virtuous woman; who are you trying to fool?"

Amanda moved her lips slightly, knowing she had no explanation to offer.

She supposed that he would never admit that on that night, it was he who reached out to pull her... If it weren't for his initiative, she wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if she were given a hundred times the courage.