Chapter 507: Chapter 507: Shouldn’t You Recognize Me?
Hannah glanced at him and curved her lips into a shallow smile, "If he dies, I will guard his grave."
George River felt as though his breath was stolen by the woman in front of him, her smile as radiant as flowers, "Are you serious, intending to keep yourself pure for him?"
Hannah leaned against the wall, her body relaxed, "You know, I’m not very clever. I’m stubborn. If I choose a sugar daddy, it’s likely for life."
George River forcibly suppressed his anger, taking a deep, cold breath.
He could smell a faint scent in the air.
It was like the last red plum blossom on a branch in the deep of winter, blown gently onto the water’s surface by the wind. The water rippled again and again, each ripple struck his heart.
Endless chill, yet the fragrance of the flower was rich and mesmerizing.
George River tightly held the warmth in his hand as if to grasp something, his voice suddenly dropped down, "Hannah Winter, I knew you first, and I was your sugar daddy first. You’re stubborn, shouldn’t you acknowledge me?"
She laughed again, her eyes darting around, "Not being clever doesn’t mean I’m naive. Who would maintain their chastity for a life time for a man who despises her?"
George River retorted, "Who said I despise you?"
Hannah said nothing, just smiling at the man in front of her.
Her shimmering black eyes were serene like a pool of water, even a gust of wind could not create ripples. It was crystal clear, seeing her straight through, it seemed like he could view the scenes of that day.
A weak and humble girl falling at his feet, crying and begging him not to leave her.
He mocked her for taking a transaction seriously, naively thinking she could replace his beloved in his heart.
But now, it seemed like all those things from yesterday were mocking him.
*
The time it took from going upstairs to leaving didn’t even take twenty minutes.
Hannah came down very quickly, swaying the car keys in her hand, seeming to be in a good mood.
Some people who recognized her approached and asked for her autograph. She patiently signed for them.
Before leaving, the person couldn’t help but blushed and complimented, "Miss Winter, you are so beautiful."
Hannah was even more cheerful, her smile was dazzling and captivating from afar.
She didn’t walk far when two men dressed in black suddenly appeared in front of Hannah, blocking her path, "Miss Winter, this way, please."
The man in black made a gesture in the opposite direction, the meaning was clear.
Hannah looked over there. There was a car parked, but the car window was covered with anti-peeping film, so the inside couldn’t be seen clearly.
It revealed a vaguely dangerous aura, as if a wild beast with a big bloody mouth was waiting for its prey to come to it.
Hannah raised her eyebrows slightly, didn’t refuse, and followed the two men in black.
The car door was opened.
Before Hannah could see the situation inside, she was pulled forcibly into the car by a strong arm and fell heavily into a man’s embrace.
There was a familiar cool fragrance at the tip of her nose, very light.
The car started, and the board in the front seat rose.
Hannah pushed herself up from the man’s chest. It seemed that she accidentally pressed on the man’s wound. He couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, his face paler.
Hannah took her hand back innocently, softly said, "Mr. Simmons, it’s not my fault, you were too powerful just now."
A sentence abruptly made the atmosphere in the car ambiguous.
Hannah straightened up to look at the man in front of her.
He was wearing more comfortable and simple clothes today, which should have made him seem gentler. But on him, it was impossible to hide the faint and lingering gloom and coldness in his eyebrows and eyes.
