Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Do We Really Look Alike?
Hannah lazily lifted her eyelids, soft black hair slipping from her shoulder to her chest. "Does Miss Lynch enjoy telling stories to others?"
Tiffany Lynch: "I’m just reminding you not to overestimate your abilities. If I speak my mind bluntly, I’m afraid you won’t have the face to bear it."
Hannah smirked, her black hair at her neck contrasting sharply with her fair skin, a glow as white and piercing as fresh snow.
She ignored the sarcasm in Tiffany’s words. "So, what are you saying, that I’m your stand-in?"
She hated being threatened, especially by someone she despised.
Tiffany didn’t expect Hannah to be so blunt about this matter, her expression froze momentarily.
Although Tiffany had hinted at it several times before with sarcasm, she had never explicitly stated it. Now that Hannah had spoken it aloud, it caught Tiffany off guard.
But she trumped up her superiority, sneering, "As long as you know."
Hannah shook her head, advanced a few steps, smiling inscrutably like the evening clouds. "But, Miss Lynch, do you really think I look like you?"
Every aspect of her eyes was beautiful, as though they were the painter’s perfect incision. Her round eyes sparkled, but the faint uplift at the corners gave off an enticing allure that didn’t match them. It was as if her gaze was separated by thin clouds, hovering aimlessly, without a place to rest.
Seeing this, Tiffany felt an unbidden chill in her heart.
Currently, Hannah hardly resembled her.
If she didn’t resemble her, there would be no stand-in to speak of.
Tiffany’s clenched fist slowly relaxed, her smile cold, "Hannah Winter, you won’t always be lucky. Dirt under people’s shoes, even when exposed to light, is still filthy."
She paused, once again meeting Hannah’s gaze, "Hannah Winter, I look forward to seeing you fall flat on your face."
Hannah responded to Tiffany’s harsh words with a subtle nod and an enchanting smile, "I hope you always keep such confidence."
Her tone was nonchalant, but anyone with a heart could understand the mockery underlying her words.
Ashamed, Tiffany clenched her dress at her chest and stormed off.
With Tiffany gone, the hallway quieted down again.
Hannah remained standing, lazily leaning against a nearby wall, her head down, "You can come out now if you’ve seen enough."
This soft voice, landing softly in the empty corridor, felt somewhat chilling.
James Landon hesitated for a long time, just about to come out, when he saw a familiar tall figure not far away.
It was Jackie Qualls, who should have left earlier.
He approached Hannah, his head low, unable to see her face, his eyes shot through with concern, "Are your injuries better?"
Hannah didn’t look at him and seemed somewhat listless. "Were you the one who rushed to catch me when I fainted?"
Jackie kept silent for a while, but didn’t deny it. "Yes, it was me."
He was the one who caught her and handed her over.
The regret and guilt plagued him for a week as he lost contact with Hannah because of this decision.
However, what’s done was done, and it couldn’t be undone.
Even if he could do it again, he might not change his choice.
Hannah leaned against the wall, looked up at him, and calmly said, "Thank you."
Unfamiliar and indifferent.
A touch of red coloured her pale face, adding an alluring quality, yet it was not shyness.
Jackie felt a pang in his heart, recalling the pale face of Hannah in his arms that day, his voice slightly hoarse, "I’m sorry."
He didn’t say why he was apologizing.
