Hannah rembered sothing, "If Arnold cos looking for later, just tell him I’m with Auntie."
Roy Yarn nodded in response and turned to leave.
A few minutes later, Grace Yarn was already affectionately linking arms with Hannah, praising her for being both cute and beautiful, like a little fairy. She even wanted to take her upstairs to show her those "treasures."
All were Hannah’s albums and related rchandise that had taken her quite so ti to acquire, along with so paintings she had created inspired by Hannah.
Everything was carefully put away in a guest room that Grace Yarn had set aside specifically for this purpose.
The elevator stopped on the third floor.
Grace led Hannah out.
There were three rooms on the third floor, and Grace had taken the largest one for her painting studio. The room next door was vacant, later turned into a space for her "treasure trove."
She took out the key to unlock the door and found it odd that it was not locked, "I rember locking the door yesterday, how co it’s open now?"
As she spoke, the door was pushed open.
"Louis, what are you doing here?"
Seeing the person inside, Grace was also surprised.
Although the room was usually locked, the key would just be left on the table outside the door and not especially taken care of.
It was just that Louis usually spent most of his ti in his own room and rarely ca up to the third floor.
His sudden appearance there took Grace by surprise.
Although the room was large, its layout was simple, allowing one to take it all in at a glance.
The most eye-catching feature was a painting of a "Rosalind" on the left wall.
In the background of the painting, there were vast expanses of rose flowers. Among the rose bushes, the girl is seen only from her delicate back, her long hair flowing, draped in glowing white.
This was painted by Grace after she watched Hannah star in the movie "Rosiland."
Grace only painted as a hobby from when she was little and never planned to make money from it, so most of the ti, she kept her work for her own enjoynt, with only a small portion displayed in exhibitions.
Now, Louis was standing in front of this "Rosalind."
Hearing the noise, he turned around, and the mont he saw Hannah, a sweet smile imdiately blood on his face, but he spoke to Grace, "I just wanted to co up and have a look, I hope I’m not disturbing you both?"
Of course, Grace shook her head and said, "No, Louis, this is also your ho, you can go wherever you like."
When facing Louis, it was obvious that Grace had lost the energy and naturalness from before.
Hannah could hear the cautious efforts to please in her voice.
It was kind of like her own mother, and a little like the forr Hannah Winter.
Because she cared too much and also felt guilty, she was always careful in her dealings, wanting to make the other person feel her goodwill.
However, such thods were obviously futile against soone like Louis, the heartless Little White Lotus.
Grace rembered Hannah following behind her and, thinking the two were not acquainted, introduced him, "This is Louis, my nephew."
Louis walked over, dressed in a tailor-made suit, exuding not only his usual innocence and purity but now also a man’s steadiness, "We’ve t."
Grace paused, and seeing Hannah nod as well, she finally realized, "That’s right, I rember you both worked on a movie together before, Hannah starred as the leading lady, and Louis, you played the lead male, right?"
In just this short ti, Grace’s address for Hannah had already changed to the more intimate "Hannah." The movie she ntioned was "The Kite," a film she had watched with the heart of a true fan.
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