The man’s tone was one of care and indulgence, willing to drop his aloofness and coldness in front of a petite girl, a stark contrast to the unapproachable movie emperor when he is in public.
There was no longer any pretense.
Hannah closed the book in her hands and laughed, "Why does Mr.Qualls seem so certain that I will not succeed?"
The girl’s words were naive, her eyes so clear that you could see right through them.
It was like the calm sea beneath the night sky, a blue so deep and mysterious, it seed to entice those onshore to venture deeper.
A suffocating drowning, from which there was no escape.
In an instant, the fragnts of sorrowful mories and despair seed to erge, and those clean eyes seed to rge with the hopeless, agonized gaze of that person.
She questioned herself, "Why? Why are you all like this, treating like a substitute, a toy you can discard at will? What am I lacking compared to her?"
The man’s profile was handso yet indifferent, his usually warm eyes filled with disguised disgust at the sight of her, as if a glance at her contaminated his vision. "Because you are dirty, you don’t even deserve to be compared to Tiffany, just looking at you makes sick. I wouldn’t spare you a glance if not for Tiffany."
Cold and rciless words.
Tears fell from her pale face like wilting, crimson roses, her eyes filling with broken beauty and desperation.
The cold wind blew rcilessly, loosening the fragile petals from the branches.
Plum blossoms were as piercing to the eyes as blood.
Repressed and desperate, mories ca flooding in like waves, casting him into the depths of the sea, the cries of despair echoing in his ears.
"What is Mr.Qualls thinking about?"
A light and pleasant voice pierced through the evening, like the first light of dawn.
The man ca back to his senses and realized that the person who was previously sitting down was now standing in front of him.
Up close, he could see her curly lashes, flickering like a myriad of stars falling into his heart.
Rippling waves of emotion.
Her lips curled slightly, a mixture of seduction and charm in her low voice, "Mr.Qualls, you seed very upset just now. Did you recall so unpleasant mories?"
The girl’s smile was malicious and playful, like she was watching soone drowning from the shore.
Detached from it all.
The man’s gaze hardened, looking at the face that was identical to the one in his mories. His complexion paled, his voice barely audible as he managed a small smile, "It’s nothing."
After all, he was the one who owed her.
Hannah’s smile deepened, a hint of enchantnt in her eyes, "Will Mr.Qualls do anything for ?"
The man’s gaze focused on the girl in front of him. The bold color on her fair face was almost dazzling. Almost impulsively, he nodded, "Of course."
Hannah was satisfied. She coyly tugged at the man’s sleeve, "Mr.Qualls, I am a very vengeful person. George River asked to drop out of the competition and now you are asking the sa thing. I’m quite unhappy."
She was only venting, but a smile was present in her eyes.
Jackie furrowed his brow, about to say sothing when her soft voice ca again, "Mr.Qualls, how about putting Tiffany Lynch in Class F during the grading in two days? That would make very happy."
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