Chapter 391: Chapter 391: The question asked two years ago
She did not accept it.
George River instinctively looked down.
After two years of wind and rain, the color of the silk was no longer as vivid as it once was, even the writing had become quite blurred.
But if one looked closely, you could still faintly make out a few elegant and small characters.
—— Forever love between George River and Hannah Winter.
It was only a sentence made up of nine characters, yet it held the purest wish of a girl: to grow old with the one she loved.
The man’s hand holding the red silk tightened slightly, even his body became a bit stiff, a hint of nostalgia and sadness welling up in his eyes.
He knew that Hannah Winter loved him, but he never knew, she genuinely wished to be with him forever.
He chuckled lightly, but it was tinged with sadness, "Hannah Winter, if I were not the President of the River Clan back then, and I hadn’t given you five million, would you still wish to be with me forever?"
He inexplicably asked her this question.
Staring straight into that pair of pitch-black eyes, he tried to detect any semblance of hypocrisy and greed.
But those eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake, merely reflecting his own figure back at him.
Hannah took the red silk from the man’s hand, examined it against the sunlight for a moment before putting it down, "You should have asked me this two years ago."
George River spoke coldly, his gaze heavy with oppression, "I only want to ask you now."
Hannah looked at him, her slender fingertips brushing off the peach blossom petals on the man’s shoulder, "George River, if you insist on measuring it with money, then I can only tell you that I find your uncle is much more generous than you."
With a brilliant smile, she went on tiptoes and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "Not only is your uncle more generous, he also has a better physique and performs much better, much stronger than you by countless times."
At her words, George River’s eyes twitched with fury. He gripped her wrist tightly, pinning her against a tree trunk, leaning over her fiercely, gritting his teeth, "Hannah Winter, do you really not fear me telling Arnold Simmons what has transpired between us?"
Hannah gently pressed her index finger against the man’s chest, feeling the powerful thumping rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her finger, she chuckled, "Look at you, joking around with your little aunt again, aren’t you? Your uncle would be displeased if he found out."
George River’s face darkened, and the force around his grip tightened. "Do you really think I am afraid of Arnold Simmons? That ’uncle’ of yours was just a dog that used to get kicked and beaten."
Nothing more than an insignificant illegitimate child. Even Old Sir Simmons never acknowledged his existence. Without Jimmy’s accident, how could the vast Simmons Clan fall into the hands of an illegitimate child?
The laughter in Hannah’s eyes gradually faded, her voice devoid of warmth, "If you talk like this about your uncle, your little aunt won’t be pleased."
Usually, whenever she was scolded by Tiffany Lynch or belittled by George River, Hannah always responded with jests that infuriated them beyond compare.
But this time was different.
George River insulted Arnold Simmons.
Hannah’s face turned cold, her pitch-black eyes frostily staring straight at the man in front of her.
George River felt a chill creeping through his heart, he scoffed, "What exactly has he done to charm you so much, that you defend him like this?"
With a slight lift of her eyebrows, the humor in Hannah’s voice didn’t diminish in the face of his cold contempt, "You’re wrong about that. If someone is confusing him, it’s me who’s doing it."
Her familiar mild fragrance was still there, now coupled with the scent of the peach orchard, making it richer.
Feeling the softness in his palm, George River stared at the person in front of him, unwilling to miss any of her expressions, "Hannah Winter, I don’t believe it. You’re just going to let go of the feelings between us after two years."
