Chương 27: Chapter 27: Do I Have to Always Take Care of You?
Of course, that was impossible.
"Alright, if you say you don't know, then let me ask you, how did you manage to hitch a ride on the grand ship of Second Young Master Simmons?" George River spoke.
His tone was full of mockery, his eyes almost closed, as if he had already seen through the true nature of the woman in front of him, "I really underestimated you, you cried your eyes out on the day we broke up, proclaiming your love for only me, but now..."
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Everything was overwhelmed by Hannah's sudden burst of tears.
"George River, am I, Hannah Winter, supposed to only stand by you for my entire life?" The girl cried, her eyes brimming with tears that refracted the light, glittering as beautifully as crystals.
Her gaze was fluttering, looking pitiful, like a droplet of dew hanging on a tender leaf in the morning, on the verge of crying.
At her question, even a proud man like George River couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart; his grip on Hannah's hand slackened for a moment.
Looking at the person so close to him, a voice resonated in his mind.
Yeah, how could she possibly only love you in her entire life.
Unexpectedly, George River replied, "Why can't she?"
Aren't you supposed to stand by just me?
Just like you used to.
Actually, of all the people similar to Tiffany Lynch he had met, why did he only choose Hannah Winter in the end?
Perhaps when he first saw her, her youthful eyes, naive and shy, were like a little deer lost in the human world, her whole person radiating fear and unease.
Those eyes made their way into George River's sight.
When she looked at you, the only thing in her eyes was you, there was no room for anything or anyone else.
She regarded you as her whole world.
At that moment, George River's heart was moved, he decided right there and then to protect the young girl behind him.
The day they met was her eighteenth birthday, that day, she became of age.
He still remembers, up until now, how she looked at him with shy innocence, admiring him, telling him, "You are the best birthday present I've ever received in my life."
Only later did he lose her.
"George River, we've already broken up, you said it yourself!" The girl cried, tears in her eyes fell uncontrollably.
Like a string of pearls hanging on a vermilion door frame, its owner does not value them, and the careless pulling and tugging causes the string to break, the smooth, round pearls falling from mid-air.
They hit the ground hard.
It was warm.
But why would pearls be warm?
George River came to his senses and finally realized his palm was moist and warm.
"It was you who didn't want me first, I begged you, I begged you not to leave me, but what about you?" Hannah struggled to pull the corners of her mouth apart, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice filled with bitterness, "George River, I beg you, let me forget you, okay? Don't show up in front of me anymore, I beg you, let me forget you, okay?"
The plea full of bitterness fell on George River's ears like a freezing blast, scraping against his cheeks.
It was painful.
The girl in front of him was like a crystal doll about to shatter, George River paused, mumbling, "Hannah."
How long has it been since he last called her that?
Maybe he never has.
The words, doubled up, always carry a different kind of tenderness, especially in the empty underground garage, the man's slightly magnetic deep voice was highlighted to be especially charming, intoxicating.
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