He began, "Such a woman, I will make sure she dies a horrible death, Tiffany, don’t worry."
Tiffany Lynch wiped away her tears and spoke softly, "Jimmy, thank you."
She knew the Simmons Clan and the River Clan were originally equally matched in strength, but in the recent years with Arnold Simmons in charge, the Simmons Clan’s power had risen even further. Now that Arnold was dead, the Simmons Clan naturally fell into Jimmy Simmons’ hands.
By then, would she still fear facing Hannah Winter?
She was determined to prove that Hannah Winter was wrong.
She had never been the foolish woman everyone thought she was; she had realized what she wanted when the Lynch Family fell from grace. The life of a princess, once adored and looked up to, she would have it again.
This ti, she was resolved to stand above everyone. She was the Eldest Miss of the Lynch Family, not soone who could be easily surpassed by just anyone.
Jimmy was just fine, as long as she could firmly grasp his heart.
By that ti, she would like to see how Hannah Winter could still act arrogantly in front of her.
A cold smile erged on the woman’s gentle face, and while bowing her head to wipe her tears, her eyes were filled with calculation and hatred.
However, she also didn’t notice the man in front of her had a montary lapse of concentration as he watched her.
*
Under the premise of a collapsing storyline, the text was fragnted, barely piecing together the conversation between the two, as a way to guess how far things had progressed.
Golden Lotus rely glanced once before listlessly curling up in the corner.
It probably had never encountered this feeling of being "betrayed" in its life.
It couldn’t understand why the person who promised to be there for a lifeti could change so completely just because of a mory.
Without mory, does affection also vanish?
The tea in the cup had cooled completely, the wind tousled her hair, and Hannah raised her hand to tidy it, her eyes betraying no emotion, just indifference.
After finishing the plot, that was all there was to it.
It wasn’t until she felt a warm body covering her from behind that Hannah finally relaxed into the man’s embrace, her eyes showing more emotion as her tender, cool hand clasped his robust palm.
Seeing her own hand held in his, Hannah seed particularly happy, her voice as soft and affectionate as if carried away by the wind, "Jimmy, you’re back."
The man’s expression didn’t change as he raised his hand to straighten her ssy hair, his deanor tender, "I know."
Hannah turned around, looked up at him, and asked, "Will you lose to him?"
Jimmy looked down at her, his smile faint, and whispered, "Do you care that much?"
"Of course, I do." She didn’t hide her spoilt nature one bit, but the words she spoke were soft and laughing, "If you turned into a pauper, how could I continue to act so high and mighty?"
Arnold chuckled softly, tightening his arms to embrace her closer, his voice low and gentle, "Do what you want. I’m not a good man, but I will protect you for the rest of my life."
*
Jimmy stayed in the hospital to recuperate for nearly half a month.
During that ti, Tiffany Lynch was constantly by his side, maintaining a façade of gentleness, positioning herself perfectly as his shining moonlight.
This caused Jimmy, who was suffering from amnesia and injuries, to develop a dependence on her, already a puppy love, now almost completely submissive.
However, there was still a hint of doubt in his heart.
No one likes the feeling of amnesia—that hollow, abandoned sensation as if cut off from the whole world.
Especially after listening to the doctor’s words, it made him feel even more agitated.
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