"What?"
That person glanced around cautiously before leaning in close to Abyy's ear and whispered, "I saw the president sitting in his office, holding a photo and crying!"
"!"
"When I first saw it, I was so scared I didn't dare to breathe, I just sneaked away... Luckily I wasn't discovered, or else, I reckon I'd have been fired a long time ago!"
"The president is..." Abby couldn't bring herself to imagine Samuel Johnson sitting in the office crying in the middle of the night, that man, how could he possibly cry?
"At that time, I heard him calling someone's name, calling, what was it... An, An something?"
"Amanda?"
"Right! That's the name!"
"..." Abby's heart sank further and further, if what her colleague said was true, then the name Samuel Johnson was secretly calling out, was it not the woman sleeping in the office?
No wonder he had such tender, lingering eyes, no wonder he was so careful and cherished her, no wonder...
He hadn't fallen for any woman in these four years.