He finally turned his head to look at her again.
Seeing those bright red lips, he wanted to brush away the stray hairs on her cheek, but he also knew it was no longer appropriate.
In the past, he loved doing that, but it was only to make her believe in him more, willingly standing in front for the person she loved to divert all malice.
Hannah waited quietly for the rest of his words, her expression unchanged, the smile in her eyes neither waxing nor waning.
Jackie Qualls’s lips curved slightly, his voice still warm and gentle, "George River and Jimmy Simmons have tead up, you need to remind Arnold Simmons to be cautious."
He had thought about this matter for a long ti, but in the end, he couldn’t help but tell her.
Hannah’s brows furrowed slightly, perplexed, "Why would you tell this?"
She knew that this man, although always appearing as if a gentle breeze or bright moon, elegant and refined, was in fact more self-centered than anyone else.
For the sake of his career and developnt, he nearly suppressed all his emotions, indifferent like a hermit.
It wasn’t until he t Tiffany Lynch that he was finally pulled down into the mortal world.
But even so, he remained cautious, clearly capable of playing the ga better than anyone, yet more careful than them all.
When he couldn’t hold back, he would still only bribe a few paparazzi within a safe range to stage a confession online or sothing of the sort.
That’s why she always said she didn’t like him.
Because such a person is too hypocritical.
"Is it really that strange?" Jackie laughed, as if mocking himself, "Actually, I find it strange too. Logically, I should want to watch them both suffer losses and then reap the benefits."
That would be the best strategy.
And it was what he should do.
But Hannah said, "That thought is certainly good, but practical conditions don’t allow it. Arnold Simmons is not so easily defeated."
The confidence and boldness in her smile were derived from another man.
This realization made Jackie Qualls pause, he moved his lips, suppressed the numb pain in his chest, and after a while, he said again, "You sure have a lot of confidence in him."
His words were laced with bitterness, full of envy and nostalgia.
"I trust him, but..." Hannah paused, then added, "Now I’m suddenly a little interested in you."
Jackie felt a stir in his heart and wanted to probe the aning behind her words, "Why?"
Hannah thought seriously for a mont, her words devoid of superfluous emotion, more like a simple statent, "You remind of soone I know, but not completely."
Her gaze held a hint of inquiry but was at least focused.
eting such a gaze gave Jackie Qualls a montary illusion, as if they had gone back in ti, and she still adored him, seeing him as the only starlight in her life.
Even though he knew it was impossible, she still chased after his steps.
Jackie Qualls’s lips moved slightly, he hesitated for a long ti, and in the end, it turned into a light sigh, "I suddenly have so regrets."
He murmured to himself as if he had suddenly awakened, a touch of smile on his lips, his eyes filled with tender affection.
Hannah lifted her eyes to look at him, as if she didn’t understand, only smiling, "Regret what?"
Jackie Qualls just looked at her steadily, shaking his head without saying a word.
He understood.
If given another chance, one should be more unrestrained, and having recognized a person, should never let go. In his past life, he died unwillingly because of Tiffany Lynch, while in this life, he was willing to die for her.
If heaven favored him, then he should cherish this opportunity all the more. When nothing was yet set in stone, why should he shrink back?
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