Chapter 942: Chapter 942: Any Thoughts_1
Hannah didn’t want to deal with his suddenly scattered thoughts, shaking her head, "It’s very late, I need to rest. If you want to continue staying here, you’ll probably make the headlines tomorrow."
The last sentence shattered the original plan George River had in mind.
For once, he didn’t persist, simply leaving a remark as he turned to leave, "Hannah, I don’t believe that things between us are really over. Even if you’ve given up, I won’t."
George River got the answer he wanted.
But such late and fickle affection, nobody would care about it.
Hannah was about to close the door when, at the same time, a soft creak came from the firmly shut door opposite.
"Sister."
The youth’s soft voice seemed somewhat abrupt in the silent hallway but was easily overlooked.
Hannah stopped her motion, pushed the door open, and looked across.
Louis Snyder was dressed in a black, loose silk pajama, his freshly washed hair softly draped over his head, with his fine bangs covering his delicate and refined brows and eyes, exuding an air of gloomy introversion.
Hannah, quite intrigued, watched him and smiled, "Louis, little brother, are you out for a midnight stroll instead of sleeping at this hour?"
"No," Louis pursed his lips, looked up, and revealed a pair of dark eyes, "I just... I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I heard a noise and was worried Sister encountered a bad person, so I..."
The pale explanation was full of holes.
Luckily, Hannah didn’t call him out but instead tossed a question at him, "You heard everything, what are your thoughts?"
Louis had been harboring words in his heart, waiting for Hannah to ask, but when the moment actually came, he felt timid under her gaze.
After a long contemplation, his thoughts condensed into one sentence, "Sister, don’t believe what he says."
All talk about regret and so-called family was nonsense; he once had Hannah and didn’t cherish her, using her and then discarding her.
No matter how sweet the words now, how embellished, they were all just to cajole someone.
The man was all too clear to him.
Hannah, however, was intrigued and urged him, "Go on."
Louis was startled and didn’t dare to voice the thoughts he had in mind, circling around the subject, before finally saying, "Sister once liked him a lot, but he didn’t cherish it. He had another woman in his heart yet still provoked Sister, more fickle than anyone but pretending to be more devoted than anyone. Now that he sees Sister doesn’t like him anymore, he feels resentful. He is not a good man, so Sister, please don’t believe his words, okay?"
The youth cast his eyes down, intently staring at his own toes, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his clothing, appearing in every way to be a good little brother concerned for his sister.
He suppressed all the dark aspects of his character, imitating someone who took careful steps.
Since he couldn’t touch the man by Hannah’s side now, he would start with someone else.
George River was a good target.
The heir to the River Clan?
In his eyes, just an arrogant fool. If it hadn’t been for him abandoning Hannah, how would she have ever crossed paths with that man?
It was all George River’s fault!
The youth stubbornly thought, yet still seemed compliant to others.
Hannah didn’t say a word, but Louis could feel the faint fragrance growing clearer by his nose.
It wasn’t until a warm hand covered his head that he suddenly stiffened, looking up incredulously at the person so close.
Meeting her gaze, he stammered, "Sister... Sister?"
He couldn’t believe that such a gentle expression would appear on Hannah’s face again.
