Chapter 1270: Chapter 1270: Will Not Belong to Us
The meaning wasn’t spelled out, but both of them understood.
"Jackie Qualls, don’t you think it’s funny that you, as a rival in love, say this to me?"
Listening to the pointed tone in Louis Snyder’s words, Jackie Qualls just smiled.
He walked to the side, leaned his arm on the rail, and looked up at the layered dark clouds under the night sky, his voice tinged with a sense of resignation, "Louis Snyder, you should know, she won’t belong to any one of us."
Not just the two of them, this also included George River.
He should have known earlier.
Neither of them would be the right person for Hannah.
Then there was Arnold Simmons...
Louis Snyder looked down, unusually silent for a moment, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile tinged with self-mockery.
It was as if he was speaking to himself, yet also to someone else.
"How does that matter, no matter what, I won’t give up, as long as..."
As long as what?
He clenched his fists, a dark expression crossed his eyes.
Before he could finish, Jackie Qualls continued for him, "As long as she isn’t married, you won’t give up?"
"So what if she gets married." Louis Snyder looked up, scoffing, "It’s not certain they will marry."
Even as he said it, he couldn’t believe his own words.
But his tone was still resolute.
He would not give up, how could he give up.
They had shared too many memories, incomprehensible to others.
Therefore, he wouldn’t listen to anyone.
Especially not Jackie Qualls.
Something clicked for Louis Snyder, and his look at Jackie hardened completely, "Jackie Qualls, do you really think a few casual words from you will make me give up?"
Anyone who manages to make a name for themselves in show business has some tricks up their sleeve. Tricks are not necessarily bad, but they are surely not as benign as they appear on the surface.
Especially someone like Jackie Qualls.
His schemes and tactics were definitely no worse than Louis Snyder’s.
Both were extremely good at pretending.
It was because of this similarity that they disliked each other intensely from the first moment they met.
Jackie Qualls turned around, looking at Louis Snyder who stood a couple steps away.
For some reason, for a moment, he felt as if he was looking at himself.
The self from lifetimes ago...
That memory was too distant, so distant that... sometimes he felt it was only a dream.
"I’ve booked a flight and I’m leaving in a few days."
Louis Snyder’s expression remained unchanged, "Is that so?"
Jackie shook his head, unconcerned with the scorn in his eyes, "Believe it or not... Louis Snyder, you are not right for Hannah."
Louis Snyder sneered, his fingertips turning white as he gripped tight, "It’s not for you to decide."
His patience had run out, and he turned to leave.
But suddenly Jackie Qualls called out to him, "Louis Snyder, let me ask you, if Hannah were still that timid, cowardly girl who could only fawn over you, would you still have fallen for her?"
Content to be someone else’s substitute.
Even without a shred of love, just a bit of false kindness from others, and she would lower herself to the dust.
A beautiful shell without a spirit, just a puppet manipulated by others.
If she were like that, would you still love her?
This question, Jackie Qualls had once asked himself too.
It took him a long time to find the answer.
Louis Snyder stopped in his tracks, something surfacing in his mind, he frowned subconsciously, his voice filled with irritation, "There are no ifs."
