Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067: Settle for the Next Best Option
Jimmy Simmons was indeed much more generous than George River, he provided all his ex-girlfriends with enough severance to leave while crying yet feeling content.
He treated love and wealth as nothing more than transactions. He could be considerate and attentive to each girlfriend, but he would never give them what they truly desired.
Tiffany Lynch realized only at this moment the true face of the man before her.
But she was so unwilling to accept it. Wasn’t she supposed to be the most special one?
Biting her lip and wiping away her tears, she stood up from the ground, pale and frail, "Jimmy, I’ll ask you just one question, did you ever really love me, or were all those things you said before just lies?"
Jimmy no longer responded, his gaze fixed only on the screen.
The interview had long ended, leaving only a screen full of netizens’ blessings.
Blessings for Hannah and Arnold Simmons.
Perfect match, well-suited, a couple of heavenly faces, sweet happiness.
Words like these infiltrated Jimmy’s sight, yet he found them simply irritating.
What else was there for Tiffany Lynch to not understand?
She forced a smile, uglier than tears, and collapsed, "Why must everyone like Hannah Winter, what’s so good about her! Is it just because she’s prettier than me, have you all forgotten, she’s just my stand-in, a despicable woman who wouldn’t settle for loneliness and became a man’s mistress for money!"
Jimmy’s gaze towards her became even colder, not as if he was looking at someone he once admired but rather like a stranger, "Tiffany Lynch, you ask if I love you, but do you truly love me?"
Tiffany was stunned for a few seconds before replying instinctively, "Of course I love you."
"Love?" Jimmy laughed coldly, "You say you love me, but if one day I had nothing left, would you still love me?"
Tiffany paused for a moment then hastily nodded, "Of course, I would love."
Yes, she initially set her sights on the wealth of the Simmons Family behind Jimmy, but in the end, she truly fell for him.
She wiped her tears and rushed to prove something, "Jimmy, have you forgotten, I broke up with George River for you, I chose you, I finally chose you."
Arnold’s gaze fell on her face, his eyes narrowing with hostility and mild mockery, "Tiffany Lynch, are you sure it was truly you choosing me, and not you being discarded by George River and settling for me as a second choice?"
If he didn’t ask, Tiffany would have really thought he knew nothing.
He was not the fool that George River was, to be toyed with by such a woman, even forsaking the treasure he had in hand.
Although when he first woke up, he did indeed feel a mysterious affection for Tiffany Lynch because of his complicated emotions.
But that was just a little bit.
He knew himself. A person like him had fleeting affections; his interest in anyone was just a three-minute thrill, and once he had them, he found it pointless.
In this circle, emotions were nothing more than an extra decoration or at worst, just a bargaining chip of the trade; who would take feelings seriously?
With every breakup, each woman claimed to love him while crying, yet after receiving money, they happily went on to find their next target.
Love?
He scoffed and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
Tiffany Lynch’s face had lost all color, covered in tear streaks, her appearance completely disheveled, nowhere near her former feigned gentle demeanor.
"It’s not like that, that’s not it."
