Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203 Calculation
Grandma Taylor didn’t know much about celebrities at her age; usually, she just listened to operas or watched the news.
Thus, to the elderly, Hannah and Louis Snyder always seemed merely a loving young couple.
At her age, watching others live harmoniously was what she loved most, never assuming the worst.
The elderly lady moved slowly and clumsily down the stairs.
Louis Snyder nudged Brother Davis standing next to him, and Brother Davis hurriedly went forth to help her.
Looking up, Grandma Taylor saw a new face and asked, "Are you Louis’s friend?"
Brother Davis thought to himself that he wouldn’t dare be friends with his own direct superior, but it was awkward to say that, so he vaguely replied, "Yes."
Grandma Taylor did not ask further but went on to ask, "You know Hannah, right?"
Brother Davis pulled at the corner of his mouth and nodded, "I know her."
He knew her, but she didn’t know him!
Grandma Taylor nodded, bent down to rub her legs, and added, "When you see her, could you also persuade her to stop being mad at Louis? The boy has it tough."
Brother Davis found it hard to respond to that.
After all, Hannah now even had a fiancé and might soon be married.
He didn’t have the audacity to say these things in front of Hannah.
Even if Hannah didn’t get angry, he definitely couldn’t bear the wrath of that second young master from the Simmons family.
Yet, looking into the elderly lady’s eyes, Brother Davis still nodded, "I’ll do my best."
Grandma Taylor smiled, "That would be good; just like before, the hardest days will always pass."
The hardest days had passed, but the people who had been there for her had gone.
Louis leaned against the wall, his head down, and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Brother Davis watched as the elderly lady walked away before heading back upstairs.
The door was still open, and Louis had already gone inside.
Brother Davis closed the door.
The room was not much different from the first time he had been there.
An old-fashioned color TV, an old-fashioned fridge, and even an old-fashioned ceiling fan still hung in the living room, its green paint peeling to a yellowish hue, though it was quite clean.
No wonder Grandma Taylor just saw Louis living a tough life and thought him rather pitiable.
As soon as Louis entered, he curled up on the sofa.
Brother Davis, full of questions he couldn’t hold back any longer, asked again, "The person who lived here with you before was... Hannah Winter?"
That was a name he had never expected.
Louis didn’t answer, but his demeanor said it all.
This was a confirmation.
Brother Davis was completely flabbergasted.
He had always wondered why Louis’s attitude towards Hannah Winter was so different.
Somewhat ingratiating yet stubborn.
He couldn’t pinpoint it, but it felt obsessively fixated, as if she was the only one for him.
Initially, Brother Davis thought it was because Louis was young, so he was overly competitive about relationships, consistently pursuing Hannah.
But now it seemed, this was clearly a case of dwelling on an ex-girlfriend.
"She was your ex-girlfriend?"
Brother Davis asked, almost instinctively.
Louis looked up, his eyelids fluttering, his dark eyes unnerving.
Brother Davis shivered, cursing his quick mouth that acted before his brain could stop it.
Louis chuckled again, his voice unnervingly low, "I guess so."
They had lived together, Hannah had cared for him, cooked for him, celebrated his birthday, worried about him, and even felt sad for him.
So, that counted as being together, right?
It counted.
