Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Not blood-related
But the words that came to her mouth felt like they were stopped by a lump of cotton in her throat, and she didn’t dare to utter them.
That night, every word and every syllable Hannah uttered was carved distinctly into his mind with an engraver’s precision. He dreamed of her for days on end.
It was Hannah - captivating and intoxicating.
She moved in an enchantingly graceful manner, swaying gently like a willow in the breeze, lightly brushing against the sleeves of passers-by.
When you reach out to grasp it, it slips away.
Desired but unattainable.
Hannah had spent nearly half an hour checking her face in the mirror, confirming that the wound on her face had healed. Yet on closer inspection, there was still a fine scar.
Her already gloomy mood became even more agitated.
Seeing Louis Snyder still standing there, she asked irritably, "Why are you still here?"
Without thinking, Louis Snyder said, "I’m waiting for you."
Hannah looked at him, confused. Putting away her mirror, she asked "Waiting for me to do what? Do you want me to take you out for dinner?"
It was a casual remark, she didn’t really mean to treat him to a meal.
However, Louis Snyder jumped at the opportunity and quickly said, "Yes, you’re treating."
The moment the words left his mouth, the cotton lump blocking his throat seemed to disappear instantly.
He felt suddenly at ease.
When he looked at Hannah again, he diverted his gaze awkwardly, cleared his throat and said in a soft voice, "Sister, let’s go."
Hannah watched him until he became visibly uncomfortable, his face flushed. She finally smiled and said, "Let’s go."
*
Louis Snyder had taken leave from the drama troupe and was dressed in a simple gray hoodie. His soft black hair and boyish face seemed docile and harmless.
He drew frequent glances from the girls nearby and even the restaurant’s waitress couldn’t resist asking, "Is he your little brother?"
The question was directed at Hannah.
Hannah, menu in hand, looked up at the young boy across the table.
Despite their well-intended glances, Louis Snyder was slightly annoyed. However, the more annoyed he felt, the more docile his smile appeared.
Hannah caught a fleeting look of annoyance in Louis Snyder’s eyes. She turned to the waitress and confirmed, "Yes, we are siblings."
Her words delighted the young waitress.
Yet it was these same words that caused a sinking feeling in Louis Snyder’s heart.
The past Hannah Winter would always assert their brother-sister relationship in front of others.
Back then, it was because of George River.
And what about now?
Louis Snyder gave a faint smile and added in response to the eagerly anticipating waitress, "But we’re not blood related."
Not biological siblings.
The amendment prompted speculation.
The waitress, a bit disappointed, left with the menu.
Once the waitress was gone, Hannah propped her head on her hand, looking at the person across the table, and asked with a laugh, "How old is Louis this year? Nineteen or twenty?"
She asked this question seemingly deep in thought.
"Nineteen," finally came the quiet reply from Louis Snyder.
His birthday had just passed not too long ago...
Right, he remembered.
In past years, Hannah always helped him celebrate his birthday, except for this year.
On his birthday, he deliberately brought her to a social gathering to network. That same day, he ran into Tiffany and received a birthday gift from the woman he had long admired.
Thinking of this, Louis Snyder suddenly looked up at the girl across the table, his gaze falling on her radiant smile.
There was a touch of laziness in her expression.
