Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: I want to ask you something
"Don’t talk about this and that, I have something to ask you."
At these words, Roy Yarn put down the book in his hands, carefully closed it, and placed it aside, then sat up straight, "Yeah, go ahead and ask."
His posture was upright, like a patient elementary school student waiting for a teacher to pose a question.
Hayes Edwards felt slightly embarrassed and withdrew his long legs that were resting on the coffee table.
He wondered where Hannah had found such a good student.
So methodical, the more he looked, the more like a bookworm he seemed.
Lost in his thoughts, it wasn’t until he snapped back to reality and saw Roy Yarn still motionlessly looking at him that he remembered the pressing matter.
Even though he knew there was no one else in the room, he still couldn’t help but look around cautiously, "I got drunk last night, did I say anything?"
The feeling of a hangover was truly unpleasant, and he knew he wasn’t the best when drunk. Occasionally, if he drank too much, he could even become belligerent, which was why his manager and assistant never let him drink.
But he couldn’t resist yesterday.
Upon waking up, he only vaguely remembered some fragments. It seemed like there were yelling sounds from him last night in his head, but he really couldn’t remember what he said.
He was a bit worried, especially since it was in front of Hannah.
Roy Yarn thought for a moment, "Actually, it wasn’t much."
Hayes Edwards sighed with relief.
It was highly likely that a bookworm wouldn’t lie.
But then, Roy Yarn added, "You just cried while hugging Hannah for a long time and insisted she use Arnold Simmons’s money to take care of you, saying you wanted to be her ’little white face.’
Hayes Edwards squeezed the can in his hand subconsciously with force, and the last two sips of soda sprayed all over his face.
He paused for two seconds, then suddenly came to his senses. He didn’t even bother to wipe off the soda that fell from his forehead, "Roy Yarn, I’m telling you, don’t scare me. Although I was drunk, how could I possibly have cried while hugging Hannah!"
Roy Yarn looked serious, "Not only did you cry, but you also went around begging people to take care of you."
Hayes Edwards: "You’re full of shit."
Roy Yarn frowned and moved his nose, "I’m not."
Hayes Edwards couldn’t help but curse, "Damn!"
Roy Yarn fell silent, sitting quietly on the side watching Hayes Edwards go crazy.
There wasn’t much difference between his sober and drunk states.
His blond hair, tousled by his own hand, looked like a dog’s nest, and he paced around angrily, muttering under his breath.
"I cried? And I cried hugging Hannah Winter? How is that possible? How could I ever do something like that? With this debonair, excessively handsome face of mine, why would I ask to be taken care of, how could that ever be?"
Roy Yarn calmly answered, "It’s true."
Hayes Edwards turned his head, "Shut up."
Roy Yarn bowed his head, earnestly reading his book.
Several minutes later, Hayes Edwards still hadn’t managed to calm down, walking around the room bare-chested. He was looking down and nearly bumped into the door without noticing.
Thankfully, the door opened first.
Their eyes met.
Hannah remained silent for several seconds before she spoke up, "Hannah Winter, what are you doing here?"
Hannah blinked, "I came to wake you up, the recording is about to start."
His gaze shifted downward, and that’s when Hayes Edwards realized he hadn’t put on his clothes, and with a yell of "pervert," he rushed back to his room.
The door closed with a bang.
On the sofa, Roy Yarn looked up and greeted Hannah.
By the time Hayes Edwards came out, the living room had turned into two people sitting there.
In Roy Yarn’s hands was a fairy tale book, foreign edition, and he was reading it to Hannah.
Word by word, with remarkably clear pronunciation.
Like he was coaxing a child.
An elementary school student soothing a kindergarten baby.
