Chapter 48: Chapter 48 My Dear Young Master

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Amanda Smith had already become motionless, lying there unconscious. Samuel Johnson gazed at her face—a face that to him was all too plain—now slightly damp with sweat and devoid of any color, ghostly pale.

His mind was still blank, leaving no room for thought. He instinctively pried open her lips and kissed her mouth, feeling oddly familiar with the taste of the kiss, as if he had tasted it recently... But how could this be? How could he possibly kiss this woman...

His body feeling lethargic, he didn't have time to ponder the mysteries of the kiss before falling asleep.

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The moonlight slowly grew dim.

Amanda Smith slowly opened her eyes.

Her head felt empty, and her body was devoid of strength.

The one thing that could make her feel a bit of joy was that only in such moments could she observe him from such a close distance.

She liked this man, determinedly, stubbornly, she liked him.