Chapter 1173: Chapter 1173: Reap What You Sow
Arnold Simmons noticed a gaze and looked up, first catching the driver’s hesitant eyes, and then saw his own face.
On the left side a lipstick mark, and on the right another.
The marks weren’t very noticeable, but from close up, they were immediately apparent.
Lowering his head, he saw the makeup remover wipe left in the seat where Hannah had sat.
Clearly, it was left there on purpose.
Arnold reached out, took it, and unwrapped the packaging.
As he wiped his face, he showed a smile.
It seemed both helpless and indulgent.
Pink bubbles seemed to float all around him.
The driver almost choked on his saliva.
*
Dusk approached, and the sky gradually darkened.
In the southern river towns, smoke rose from chimneys. In the distance, heavy clouds wrapped in orange sunset pressed down.
On the cobblestone path, people hurried by, some carrying fish baskets, others holding wooden basins, crossing bridges—peacefully reflecting life in the still water below.
With local tunes in the air and the soft language of the region, all was imbued with sentiment and homesickness.
George Quach and Lucy Taylor went to meet the person they had timed their arrival for.
The small town was quaint, surrounded by winding alleys. The locals mostly relied on their feet to get around. Although not cut off from the world, the residents here were accustomed to the pace of life.
By this time, there were hardly any pedestrians on the road. The streetlights lit up, casting a warm, yellow glow.
Looking up, there was a beautiful moon.
Crossing the stone bridge, they saw a slim figure approaching from afar. Lucy waved excitedly with her hands, shouting, "Hannah."
The slim figure stopped, paused for a moment, and then also raised a hand in greeting.
A silhouette appeared against the light, emerging from the moonlight, gradually becoming clearer.
The river beneath the bridge flowed gently, past the curling smoke, past the shady trees, finally rippling into a picturesque southern scene.
Lucy stood on the bridge and suddenly felt apprehensive about moving forward, until she heard Hannah call her in the same way as before.
A simple name, yet it meant more than the many flatteries of "Miss Taylor" from others by her side.
She ran over and embraced her, tears flowing before even exchanging greetings, "I thought you wouldn’t come because of a grudge."
Hannah handed her a tissue, "How could that be? You asked me to come, how could I dare not to?"
Lucy took the tissue to wipe her tears, snorted, "If you hadn’t come, it would’ve been like I never had you as a friend."
The two of them chatted back and forth, quickly returning to the atmosphere of their previous interactions.
Two years ago, when they first met, both of them were just fledgling trainees without much fanfare and were only brought up in passing in the entertainment industry.
At first, Lucy didn’t like Hannah much; probably because she thought Hannah came off too confident. But as time went on, she couldn’t quite explain why, she found Hannah more and more appealing.
Especially when she was standing up to Tiffany Lynch...
Now, bringing up Tiffany Lynch again, Lucy felt a touch of sadness.
Who would have thought that someone who appeared so successful, enjoying the benefits of powerful support, would end up on such a path?
In the end, it was just, "reaping what she sowed."
Lucy commented.
She didn’t feel sorry at all; she had seen Tiffany Lynch’s true colors back when they were on the same show.
Actually, being in competition with each other and mutual dislike were pretty normal.
They could’ve had a fair competition, but Tiffany Lynch chose otherwise.
