Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: May Not Be Fake
"Isn’t that so, there were rumors that President Simmons favored Hannah Winter, but all that was just nonsense..."
After the last sentence was completed, the group burst into laughter again.
Jimmy Simmons snapped shut his lighter, with a crisp sound, his expression was one that seemed to be smiling, yet not quite, "Oh, you think I don’t like Hannah Winter?"
At his question, the others were unsure whether to nod or shake their heads.
If one were to consider the conflict between Jimmy and Arnold Simmons, one would assume he would also dislike this future aunt-in-law, Hannah Winter.
But now it seemed...
The rumors about Jimmy having feelings for Hannah Winter might not be entirely false.
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After leaving the gathering, George River didn’t go anywhere but just sat in his car, a cigarette burning down to half between his fingers.
The car window was rolled down, dispersing the thick and choking tobacco smell within the car.
He bowed his head, quietly looking at the messages online.
On the trending search list, a topic trailed by a deep red "Hot" icon. Clicking into it, the comments were almost all congratulatory words.
Just like when their relationship became public initially.
In the video, even though it was just a blurred silhouette, the two looked so well-matched.
The online exposé was written with such verisimilitude, with various prenatal check-up reports and insider revelations flying everywhere. There was even someone who came forward claiming to be the videographer, stating they had witnessed the couple coming out of the obstetrics department, holding the prenatal test report in hand.
Such revelations made it hard for people not to believe it.
George River’s complexion was ashen, the corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile, but then it faded.
His eyes were dry, his chest in agony.
He closed his eyes, as if fatigued to the extreme, leaned back in the seat, with the back of his hand covering his eyelids.
It turned out they had already been apart for three years.
Three years, from the initial loathing to later regret, and then... love.
"George River, tell me, is it good for us to be together forever?"
The eighteen-year-old girl, naive and pure, timid but when she mustered the courage to look up at you, those eyes shone brightly.
Perhaps the starlight existed only briefly in her world, yet she still gave all her own light to George River, without any reservations.
She truly loved him deeply.
The girl’s youthful heart, naive, started from the first time she saw him.
She went to learn dancing, to play the violin, to master all the things she wasn’t good at, falling over and over again, yet each time she would stubbornly stand up again under his disdainful gaze.
She would always say, "Don’t be angry, I will try hard, I will definitely become like Miss Lynch."
In the past, he only felt annoyed, annoyed by the uneventful days he spent with her. But now, he deeply missed that time, missed the Hannah whose heart and eyes were filled only with him.
The house was empty.
One year ago, George River had already moved in.
With so many rooms available, he only dared to sleep on the couch.
Sometimes at night, he dreamt of Hannah coming in with the keys, sitting by his side.
Her warm and soft manner, humorously asking him, "Why are you sleeping in the living room? It gets cold at night."
He just watched her, as if to engrave her image forever in his mind.
She teased him again, "Have you become silly?"
He laughed and shook his head, extending his arm to embrace her.
He said, "Shall we get married?"
In that dream, he watched her dress in a pristine white wedding gown for him, holding flowers, her smile radiant and splendid like the stars in the sky, unexpectedly falling into his heart without warning.
Hand in hand, they stepped into the church together.
