Chapter 236: Chapter 236: What Are You Thinking About
The man’s tone was one of care and indulgence, willing to drop his aloofness and coldness in front of a petite girl, a stark contrast to the unapproachable movie emperor when he is in public.
There was no longer any pretense.
Hannah closed the book in her hands and laughed, "Why does Mr.Qualls seem so certain that I will not succeed?"
The girl’s words were naive, her eyes so clear that you could see right through them.
It was like the calm sea beneath the night sky, a blue so deep and mysterious, it seemed to entice those onshore to venture deeper.
A suffocating drowning, from which there was no escape.
In an instant, the fragments of sorrowful memories and despair seemed to emerge, and those clean eyes seemed to merge with the hopeless, agonized gaze of that person.
She questioned herself, "Why? Why are you all like this, treating me like a substitute, a toy you can discard at will? What am I lacking compared to her?"
The man’s profile was handsome yet indifferent, his usually warm eyes filled with disguised disgust at the sight of her, as if a glance at her contaminated his vision. "Because you are dirty, you don’t even deserve to be compared to Tiffany, just looking at you makes me sick. I wouldn’t spare you a glance if not for Tiffany."
Cold and merciless words.
Tears fell from her pale face like wilting, crimson roses, her eyes filling with broken beauty and desperation.
The cold wind blew mercilessly, loosening the fragile petals from the branches.
Plum blossoms were as piercing to the eyes as blood.
Repressed and desperate, memories came flooding in like waves, casting him into the depths of the sea, the cries of despair echoing in his ears.
"What is Mr.Qualls thinking about?"
A light and pleasant voice pierced through the evening, like the first light of dawn.
The man came back to his senses and realized that the person who was previously sitting down was now standing in front of him.
Up close, he could see her curly lashes, flickering like a myriad of stars falling into his heart.
Rippling waves of emotion.
Her lips curled slightly, a mixture of seduction and charm in her low voice, "Mr.Qualls, you seemed very upset just now. Did you recall some unpleasant memories?"
The girl’s smile was malicious and playful, like she was watching someone drowning from the shore.
Detached from it all.
The man’s gaze hardened, looking at the face that was identical to the one in his memories. His complexion paled, his voice barely audible as he managed a small smile, "It’s nothing."
After all, he was the one who owed her.
Hannah’s smile deepened, a hint of enchantment in her eyes, "Will Mr.Qualls do anything for me?"
The man’s gaze focused on the girl in front of him. The bold color on her fair face was almost dazzling. Almost impulsively, he nodded, "Of course."
Hannah was satisfied. She coyly tugged at the man’s sleeve, "Mr.Qualls, I am a very vengeful person. George River asked me to drop out of the competition and now you are asking me the same thing. I’m quite unhappy."
She was only venting, but a smile was present in her eyes.
Jackie furrowed his brow, about to say something when her soft voice came again, "Mr.Qualls, how about putting Tiffany Lynch in Class F during the grading in two days? That would make me very happy."
