Chapter 906: Chapter 906: From Now On_1
He wanted to scold Hannah awake, just as he had done in the beginning.
And tell her not to be fooled by those rich people again.
Wasn’t one George River enough?
Weren’t the tears you shed for him enough?
How could you be so foolish.
But when he met her gaze and saw the genuine seriousness and joy in her eyes, which weren’t feigned, he likely really liked that man.
He couldn’t bring himself to say those words anymore.
He looked away quickly, wiping the tears that were about to fall, and when he spoke again, his lips trembled, "Hannah Winter, don’t you regret it. If you’re bullied by someone in the future, don’t come looking for me."
Towards the end, his voice broke in a choked sob.
Suddenly, Hannah stood up and walked over to him, thought for a moment, patted his shoulder, and offered him a tissue.
Jack Stewart didn’t take it, but hugged her instead, tears falling onto the girl’s navy blue sweatshirt.
With a trembling voice, "Hannah Winter..."
"Hmm?" Hannah responded, patting the back of his head. Jack Stewart was sitting, and she was standing, the height was just right.
It was only a brief few seconds; Jack Stewart quickly let her go, and aside from his reddened eyes, there were no traces of tears, "Do you really believe that I can direct this film well?"
Hannah nodded, "I believe so."
Jack Stewart looked up and asked her, "Why?"
Hannah frowned, thought seriously for a while, and then burst into a flower-like smile, "Ah, it’s probably because you’re Jack Stewart."
Her lips curved upwards, and she blinked.
Jack Stewart remembered the first time he saw her.
The girl was wearing a simple white dress, her hair scattered around her, just from her silhouette, everyone around guessed she was a gentle and elegant senior, only he said she was a delicate and spirited junior.
Latter it turned out, he was right.
Yet, just such a person, when she fell in love, would act so foolishly, it was teeth-gratingly infuriating.
He was not someone who liked to meddle in others’ business, but he still stood by her side, telling her tirelessly that the guy was a scumbag, that love was beautiful, but the person was not.
Each time, she would obediently agree, then turn around and once again be hurt by that scumbag, scarred over and over.
Then he would angrily say he would stop caring for her.
But the next day, he was still there beside her.
Eventually, she stopped loving that man.
He had thought...
"Since you want me to do it, then I’ll do it."
Jack Stewart’s tone was determined, dropping the previously affected shrillness.
Who knows when, but his attire had become more minimalist; no more floral shirts, and he appeared refreshing and handsome.
Hannah curled back into the sofa, not playing games this time, but holding her small face, watching Jack Stewart and softly smiling, "Jack Stewart, you’ve always had your own life, so why don’t you start now, okay?"
Jack Stewart wanted to agree.
But gazing at the girl’s beaming smile, he couldn’t help but oppose her, deliberately saying with viciousness, "You wish. I’m sticking with you for life until I can squeeze a few ocean-view villas out of you."
Hannah rubbed her nose, playing along with him, "You’re so fierce. You’re not going to yell at me when you’re directing, are you? I regret it. Maybe it’d be better if you were still my agent."
That made Jack Stewart a bit more comfortable, and he settled back into his seat, "Regret won’t do you any good. I won’t be merciful when we’re shooting."
Hannah widened her eyes, "You even want to hit me?"
Jack Stewart paused, touching his nose, "Cough, I meant to be merciful with my words."
Hannah shrank back a little, shocked and scared, "Jack Stewart, you actually bite people, don’t you?"
