Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: Never Deceive People
Because this way, he could showcase all the dependency and adoration in his eyes in front of her, "I’ve come to deliver an invitation to Sister, the invitation for the birthday party."
The invitation was taken out of his pocket, wrapped in an envelope, well preserved.
Hannah opened it after she took it.
A silver invitation.
"It seems different from the others?" Hannah lowered her head to look at him, her fingertip lightly tapping on the pattern decorated on top.
Roses.
Louis Snyder smiled with pursed lips, the corners of his eyes curving downwards, innocuous and pure, "Sister’s has to be different from the others."
It indeed was very different.
Hannah flipped open the invitation in her hand, the corners of her mouth curving slightly, "There’s only my name on the invitation."
Louis Snyder pretended to be understanding, obediently saying, "Does Sister want to bring her boyfriend along?"
Hannah didn’t answer, but just closed the invitation back into its envelope and placed it carelessly on the table.
She leaned on the sofa, lazily propping up her head, and looked at Louis Snyder sitting on the floor with a half-smile.
Her delicately curled eyebrows cast a faint shadow.
Louis Snyder looked up, his voice softening, "Sister, I don’t like your boyfriend."
Hannah straightened up, crossing her long legs and leaning in, "Little brother, let’s correct that. It’s not boyfriend, it should be fiancé now."
Louis Snyder stiffened, the smile at the edge of his mouth forced, "Sister... you’re kidding me."
She leaned back again, laughing, "Why would Sister lie to you, you know, Sister never lies."
Except under special circumstances.
Like when the mood is good and when it’s not.
Louis Snyder lowered his head, "It doesn’t matter, even if Sister gets married, I will still wait for Sister."
"Wait for me to do what?" Hannah’s gaze drifted to him, her voice light with a tinge of laughter, "Wait to become godfather to the child?"
Louis Snyder’s hands on his knees tightened.
His muscles tensed, pulling painfully at the wound on his wrist.
He was dressed in long sleeves, not wearing the watch he usually wore.
The new wound hadn’t had time to heal yet, and the sleeve was deeply stained with fresh blood.
He lifted his head, his clear pupils carrying a pitiable look, not daring to continue the previous topic, afraid he would go mad.
"I know how badly I messed up in the past, but I want to make amends now. I don’t ask for your forgiveness, I just hope you won’t reject my approach, okay?"
Louis Snyder had always known how shameless he was, and how unscrupulous.
But he had no choice, the environment he grew up in destined him to become this kind of person.
No one ever taught him how to love, nor did anyone teach him to cherish and treat someone else’s sincerity well; no one ever told him that the process of trying to reclaim a lost sincere heart was so painful.
Watching the person you like embrace someone else was like being trapped in a net, each slice taking away your flesh.
You won’t die, and you don’t even have the right to faint.
For a long time, he regarded the little girl in his memories as his only pure land, his only bright moonlight.
To chase after her, he was even determined to enter the entertainment industry, even if it meant enduring so much unspeakable hardship, because he wanted to be close to her.
But in the end, it turned out that the so-called bright moonlight was just his own wishful thinking, and in the pursuit, he lost the most precious thing he had.
He rarely cried, not even in the past when he was mocked and ostracized.
