Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Is it Really You?
Jimmy Simmons remained silent, shifting his gaze away from the woman.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, and the thick tobacco scent seemed to carry a burning temperature, infiltrating every corner of his body.
He sneered, his voice falling like shards of ice, "Tiffany, was it really you who saved me?"
His cold words were like sharp blades mercilessly slicing through the skin, piercing flesh.
A biting pain burrowed into her bones, and even her breath carried the heavy scent of blood.
Tiffany Lynch stared blankly up at the man in front of her, her eyes reddening and swelling as if she had forgotten how to cry. All that was left was her nearly tuneless voice, "You... what do you mean?"
Jimmy Simmons chuckled lightly, bending down, and with the hand still holding the cigarette, he propped up the woman’s chin. His eyes and brows were filled with intense malice, and gloom filled the depths of his eyes, "I said, was it really you who saved me, do I truly have a person like you in my lost two years of memory?"
The icy touch on her chin and the mocking curve of the man’s lips—everything was breaking down Tiffany Lynch’s mental defenses.
Her hands trembled nonstop, her fingernails digging into the carpet and leaving behind clear, blood-mixed marks.
She was still trying to hold on, "Jimmy, I don’t know what you’re talking about at all, those two years you disappeared... those two years..."
Tiffany Lynch didn’t have a clue where Jimmy Simmons had gone during those two years he disappeared—her constant worry was only if Jimmy would suddenly regain his memory.
If he truly remembered something...
Tiffany Lynch dared not think further.
Seeing her like this, Jimmy’s eyes deepened with mockery as he withdrew his hand, "You don’t need to worry; I haven’t remembered anything. But that’s not important anymore. You just need to know one thing."
He paused for a moment, his eyes already devoid of the softness they once held, "Our relationship ends here. Everything I’ve given you, including the studio, I will not take back. In addition, a villa in the east of town will also be registered in your name. Take care of yourself."
His cold words carried the tone of charity. It was just like how Jimmy Simmons had discarded each of his past girlfriends—indifferent and heartless.
Tiffany Lynch had once mocked those girls for their delusions of grandeur and had smugly believed that even a fickle and unfeeling man like Jimmy Simmons would eventually fall for her.
She thought she was different.
But now, everything felt like a harsh slap across her face.
Her eyes, red with rage and disbelief, "Jimmy Simmons, what do you think I am, a lover you can dismiss at your whim?"
"Tiffany, you think too highly of yourself," Jimmy withdrew his gaze, his mocking smile deepening, "The Lynch Family has long been bankrupt, and you are no longer the so-called Eldest Miss Lynch."
Even in such a setting, he was still able to call out her name with the tender tone he’d used in the beginning.
This gave Tiffany Lynch an illusion that there might still be a possibility between her and Jimmy.
But the following words completely shattered her hopes and even mercilessly trampled her most prized pride underfoot.
The bankruptcy of the Lynch Family, the downfall of their status, was an undeniable truth she could never accept.
She couldn’t bear such a mediocre life, which was why she had determinedly returned to her country despite her parents’ objections.
Because she knew, whether it was George River or Jimmy Simmons, as long as she wanted, she was confident that she could make either man fall in love with her.
But at this moment, she finally realized her standing in the hearts of the two men.
