She furrowed her brows slightly.
A sudden trace of doubt surfaced in her heart.
What had Samuel Johnson been up to these past few days?
Logically, after all the wedding preparations had been completed, and with him even considering postponing the ceremony, it was unlikely he'd be so dedicated to the arrangements. Moreover, he hadn't even started taking over the company's operations again, as he was still in the recovery phase, and Donald Johnson wouldn't be so heartless as to make him work at this time.
So, what had he been busy with during these days?
Thinking this far, Amanda Smith cast a thoughtful glance at Samuel Johnson.
And it was this glance that allowed her to spot a long strand of hair on his shoulder.
Her heart jumped fiercely.
It was a long, jet-black, straight hair, clearly from a woman.
She watched nonchalantly for a while, then reached out to remove the hair from his shoulder.
As she did so, the eyes at the dining table shifted toward them.
