Chapter 759: Chapter 759: We Can Still Be Friends
It’s always the older and more experienced ones who remain calm, even in the face of Louis’s attempts to open old wounds. She always managed to smile, "Yes, even if we can’t be lovers, we can still be friends."
Louis lowered his head, twitched his lips, and grumbled, "Nonsense."
When Jackie heard the teen’s mutterings, he just brushed them off with a smile, without showing any anger.
Hannah stood on the side, finally in the mood to watch some drama.
The rebellious spirit was just as strong in Louis as in the boy. He viewed Jackie as his romantic rival, a thief who would steal what he loved, and he naturally took pleasure in rubbing salt in his wounds.
Just to make him uncomfortable.
However, the man showed no change in expression after so many provocations, only adding to Louis’s irritation.
He finally turned to Hannah and grumbled, "You said you don’t like him."
"He" obviously referred to Jackie.
He changed his path, which caused a shift in Jackie’s expression.
Seeing that the "battle" had reached her, Hannah didn’t plan to hide either.
The girl smiled brightly, and spoke in a soft voice, but her words were cold as ice, "Yes, I don’t like him...and, I don’t like you either."
One sentence, two heartbreaks.
After saying that, she turned around and retreated to her room, ignoring both of them.
Both were the same.
Louis tightened his fists and then loosened them again, restraining the urge to punch someone. He looked at the man across from him and took off his disguise, speaking in a cold voice, "You heard it. She doesn’t like you, so stay away from her!"
Jackie looked at him, his eyes calm and indifferent.
He chuckled lightly and then turned to leave.
That final look.
Was it pity... or sympathy?
Recognizing this, Louis regretted not having punched him.
Both were rejected by Hannah, but Louis knew he would win her back eventually. What did Jackie have to be proud of?
*
Upon returning to her room, Hannah found Matthew sitting on her bed.
He was still in his neat little uniform, with a navy blue polka dot bow tie around his neck, looking more formal than he usually did.
At that time, Matthew had his arms crossed, trying to look cool, but his eyes followed Hannah as she walked over to the dressing table, picked up a bunch of cosmetics he didn’t know the name of, and started applying them to her face.
She ignored him.
This made Matthew feel annoyed, but he tried to appear calm, speaking in a strained tone, "I think you look great even without makeup."
Hannah didn’t turn around, but she smiled at Matthew’s reflection in the mirror, "Really? Thank you. Our Matthew has learned to give compliments, you won’t have to worry about not finding a girlfriend in the future now."
Matthew was taken aback, staring at his shoes, "I don’t get why you girls bother with makeup, it seems like a hassle."
Hannah picked up a diamond necklace on the table, compared it for a while, then put it back down, "You must remember, most women wear makeup for themselves, not for others to see or to please anyone. After all, in this world, the only genuine care that you can trust... is your own."
She paused here, meeting Matthew’s gaze. It seemed as though they both understood something... yet didn’t.
"Okay, you’re still young; even if I explain, you may not understand really it." She laughed softly.
