Chapter 620: Chapter 620: Don’t Need Others
His face was sullen, though his voice still clung on to its innocent tone, "Is sister really not considering breaking up with that guy?"
Hannah asked, "Are you jealous?"
The youth paused, maintaining his firm grip, "Sister, can you be good and not be with anyone else?"
That was his favourite line to sooth her with.
It had always worked wonders in the past, but now when faced with Hannah, it all became empty talk.
Hannah blatantly ignored Louis’s sudden adolescent jealousy, "You’re not a child anymore, go find yourself a girlfriend if you want to love. There’s no need to constantly fantasize about your own sister, right?"
"Not a real sister." Louis spoke lightly, his voice was so soft it seemed as if a gentle breeze could scatter it, and it was somewhat pleasing, "I don’t want anyone else."
I only want you.
He quietly mouthed the last sentence, his eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could easily make out the appearance of the person in front of him and the pure, still eyes that resembled a placid pool of water.
The wind blew, creating a ripple across the stillness that vanished within seconds.
It was almost like an illusion.
Hannah broke free of his grip.
Probably realizing Hannah was genuinely angry, Louis obediently refrained from moving, his intentions to please her evident.
Hannah rubbed her wrist, gripping her bag and slamming it against the figure in front of her.
The heavy object hitting the ground finally triggered the lights in the stairway to turn on.
Louis didn’t dodge, opting to bear Hannah’s wrath. A red mark quickly developed on his left cheek.
It was probably cut by the corner of the bag.
This was the first time he let someone assault him without retaliating. If it were anyone else, he would have fought back long ago.
Despite having no formal training, his grim childhood made Louis a skilled street fighter. This aggressive side of him contrasts deeply with his seemingly innocent, boyish appearance.
Hannah gently rubbed her somewhat sore wrist. The smile on her face was all soft and alluring. No one would have guessed she just attacked someone.
Louis crouched down, picked up the bag, and presented it to Hannah, thoughtfully asking, "Was that enough? Would you like to go again?"
Hannah glanced at the bag in his hand, but didn’t reach out for it.
Louis realized the bag was scratched, "I’m sorry. My face is too thick, I’ll buy you a new one."
"No need." Hannah took her belongings, found her keys and phone, then directly threw her bag into the nearby garbage bin.
The emotions in Louis’s eyes changed repeatedly. In the end, he returned to his initial innocent look, a slight smile on his lips, and said with a touch of grievance, "Sister, you really hit hard."
Hannah unlocked the door, "For someone like you, without strictness, there’ll be no learning. Next time, you’d better pray there’s less stuff in my bag."
Louis wanted to follow Hannah inside, but she stopped him at the doorway.
Looking at the youth before her, she suddenly asked, "Do you remember the first thing you said to me when we met for the second time?"
Louis thought for a moment, a sparkle in his eye, "Sister, can you take me home?"
Hannah’s expression did not change, her response succinct, "No."
The next second, the door was closed.
Louis stood there quietly for a long time before he turned back to his original position and squatted down.
He didn’t mention that he had been experiencing an inexplicable fear these days.
