Chapter 889: Chapter 889: Witnessing with My Own Eyes_1
Hannah Winter had just bullied her like that, why didn’t Jimmy Simmons stop it, and even went along with Hannah’s wishes...
To this, Jimmy Simmons just smiled it off, took a light sip of the drink in his hand, his gaze resting on that slender back, "It’s just a ’little auntie’ after all. Since she loves to be called that, then let her, whether it’s really taken to heart is another matter."
The man’s indifferent attitude once again stoked the flames of anger in Tiffany Lynch’s heart, yet she still dared not say anything.
Although Jimmy Simmons was good to her, it was confined to the giving and taking of money, especially recently, she couldn’t even tell whether the man truly admired her or not.
She had originally thought that upon meeting today, Jimmy Simmons would stand up for her and properly teach Hannah Winter a lesson, knowing fully well the methods he was capable of.
Who would have thought that not only had Hannah Winter gotten involved with Arnold Simmons, but even Jimmy Simmons’ attitude...
In the end, it was someone calling her name that finally brought her back to her senses.
Jimmy Simmons didn’t mind, "Go ahead."
Tiffany Lynch nodded, a gentle smile tugging at her lips as she remembered something, "Jimmy, I saw George earlier, you guys...."
Jimmy Simmons looked over, revealing a smile to the woman, his voice soothing, "Don’t worry, I’m in control."
The seemingly tender and affectionate look in the man’s eyes left Tiffany Lynch a bit dazed, that kind of focus, as if filled with endless indulgence, slowly easing the rage in her heart.
She recovered, a touch of shyness in her voice, "That’s good, I just don’t want you to have any discord over me again, it’s not good."
Jimmy Simmons nodded, looking somewhat entranced at Tiffany Lynch’s retreating figure, but it was only for a brief few seconds before he withdrew his gaze.
Like losing interest in a toy he once cherished.
From the moment he first saw the gracious woman sitting beside his sickbed, Jimmy Simmons admitted he was moved.
Especially since she was someone he had admired in his youth.
But some things are like the moon, which needs only to hang high in the night sky, admired from afar to remain forever pure and beautiful, inspiring longing.
However, if you really get close, and take it into your hands, you may find it somewhat... bland and tasteless.
The man took another sip of the wine, the vibrant red shade always reminding him of the smile on the lips of that person from earlier, so lively and animated.
This was the first time someone had dared to play him like that.
"Little auntie," the man murmured these three words, like the wine, leaving a lingering taste in his mouth, "Quite interesting, it looks like Arnold Simmons really found himself a treasure."
Indeed, you have to see things with your own eyes to understand them clearly.
This person wasn’t as bad as Tiffany Lynch had described.
It’s just that such a person, being by Arnold Simmons side, seemed such a waste.
*
Tiffany Lynch passed by George River as if by chance.
Her friend beside her was wondering why she had suddenly stopped, and was about to ask when Tiffany Lynch spoke up, "Go ahead, I’ll be right with you."
The friend nodded and left first.
Most people at the wine party were gathered together whispering in conversation, and occasionally a few would go up to the terrace to enjoy the view, so there weren’t many people around this spot.
Before going over, Tiffany Lynch made sure to glance in the direction of Jimmy Simmons; seeing that he was engaged in conversation and not looking her way, she walked over.
George River sat alone in the corner, an almost empty bottle of liquor beside him, his whole person exuding a despondent and melancholic aura.
