Chapter 875: Chapter 875 Seeing _1
When his part in the filming was finally done, he hurried back for nothing else but to squat at Hannah’s door like a pet eagerly waiting for its master’s return.
He wanted nothing more, just for a glance from Hannah.
To capture just a look from her eyes.
Even if Hannah ignored him, he could always talk to himself, cheerful in a way he never was in front of others.
Then he pretended to ask casually, "Sis, are you expecting a visitor today?"
His eyes betrayed the unmistakable greenness and innocence of youth, but hidden in the shadows was a tide of deep, dark emotion.
He lifted his head and saw the girl’s delicate beauty smiling at him coyly, her hand reaching out lazily toward him.
Before his mind could react, his body had already moved forward, exposing his most vulnerable neck to her.
She laughed, surprised by how this dark-hearted Little White had transformed into a gentle and harmless little white flower.
Hannah didn’t touch him, just tapped his shin lightly with the tip of her foot, "You should leave now."
The boy’s face fell, his lips pressed tight, his expression begging, "Can’t I stay a little longer?"
Hannah remained unmoved.
Louis Snyder knew to quit while he was ahead, and obediently stood up upon seeing Hannah’s demeanor, though he turned back for one more glance as he reached the door.
She didn’t look at him, humming an unknown tune, seemingly in a good mood.
Louis returned to his own room, separated by just a wall’s distance, not too far away.
He didn’t close his door tightly, recalling Jackie Qualls’ words.
It was like hanging off a cliff, swaying in the wind, unable to climb up or fall down.
Anxiety filled his heart, followed by a sense of unrest.
Eight o’clock in the evening.
The assistant returned to Hannah’s room with some items she had asked for, and left after just a few minutes.
No one else was there.
But still, Louis felt uneasy, sitting dumbly on the cold floor, until his legs went stiff and numb without ever moving from his spot.
Eight-thirty in the evening.
Tonight, there was no wind, only the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the stars shining brightly in the sky.
But what echoed by his ear was only the soft hum of that person, the melody gentle and prolonged, like a long, fine thread, winding and wrapping around one’s heart.
She hadn’t noticed him, because her whole heart and eyes were filled only with the man before her.
Her eyes held the crushed glimmer of stars, but those stars had fallen into another’s embrace.
Under the night sky, amidst the crowd, Hannah recognized Arnold Simmons in an instant.
Without a second thought, she rushed over and nearly threw her whole self onto Arnold, like a kitten craving for affection and touch, nuzzling his neck with her head.
Then, she pecked his cheek and cooed softly, with a hint of complaint, "I’ve been waiting for you so long, why did you only just arrive?"
This was a side of Hannah that Louis had not seen before.
The girl’s mellow tone was like syrup melted in water, sweet and cloying, lingering in the mouth, never enough to sate.
Arnold embraced the petite girl in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her head, his voice deep and tender, "The plane was delayed, the flight was changed."
Hannah remembered the rain from the day before, and pushed her cheek closer to the man’s lips, "It’s alright, I don’t blame you."
Her eyebrows arched, her red lips puckered slightly, and between her brows and eyes shone an inherent soft and bright beauty that was utterly mesmerizing.
Like a jar of flower wine with the clay seal broken, the faint fragrance of flowers mixed with the aroma of the wine, moving before one’s eyes, intoxicating without even a sip.
