No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 100: Ordered Takeout
Just thinking about it, Hannah couldn’t help but laugh out loud, tapping her fingers lightly on the screen and sending another message.
This time, the reply came back rather quickly.
The smile in Hannah’s eyes deepened and she left Louis Snyder, who was lying on the bed next to her, feeling neglected.
In fact, Louis’ injury was almost healed. Although he couldn’t participate in any strenuous activities yet, he could already walk on his own.
Luckily, her scenes in the drama weren’t too many, so his injury hasn’t impacted his work.
Now, watching Hannah without sparing him a glance, Louis felt a little overlooked. He pretended to cough casually a couple of times and pointed to the glass of water at his side, "Hannah Winter, I’m thirsty."
Hannah put down her phone, stood up and poured him water. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
When the young boy took the glass, their fingers inevitably touched.
Her fingertips were surprisingly cold, like a block of ice.
He took the water and held it in his hand, feeling the hint of warmth coming through the glass. Hannah had arranged his discharge documents, called a car, and dropped him off at the film set.
The filming was completely closed off and outsiders weren’t allowed in.
Louis stubbornly tried to carry his luggage alone and wouldn’t let Hannah exit the car.
It wasn’t that he was trying to protect her, he just didn’t want others to know about their relationship.
That day when Hannah Winter had barged in, although Tiffany didn’t ask him anything afterward, he was sure she must have noticed something.
He didn’t want Tiffany to think too much about it, so even when Hannah came to deliver food, he never let her stay for too long.
"Louis...please take care of yourself," the girl said, biting her lower lip, looking at the boy in front of her.
After a moment of silence, Louis turned his head and responded indifferently, "Hmm."
Then, he left.
It wasn’t until he was out of sight that Hannah signaled to the driver to start the car and also made a phone call.
"I’d like to cancel the meals I ordered from your fast food shop, yes, I won’t need any deliveries in the future."
After hanging up the call, she clenched her phone, looking at the scenery whizzing by from the car window, the smile on her lips becoming more and more blatant.
Cooking three meals a day for Louis?
Her?
As if.
Those who are unwilling to offer their sincerity naturally don’t deserve to receive sincerity from others.
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Recently, the Film Academy decided to invite several esteemed figures and notable directors from the entertainment industry to give lectures at the school.
Normally, this was a task assigned for the student council. But on the evening the decision was made, they had sought out Hannah.
Although they beat around the bush, they hoped Hannah would undertake the reception tasks for the day.
The reason was simple. Hannah had a good reputation.
Upon hearing this, Hannah cocked an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing in her eyes, and looked directly at the student council representative. With a soft and pleasant voice, she asked, "What did you just say?"
The representative was a somewhat introverted model student, quite handsome with thick glasses. He always seemed nervous when speaking, "I...I said you have a good reputation. You’d represent the school well."
Having said this, the boy’s face turned beet red, particularly as Hannah continued to gaze at him in such a way.
The delight in her eyes was like the trembling petals of a peach blossom, catching one’s attention, her captivating charm making hearts flutter in response.
She reached out, lightly touched the cold glass cup, her fingertips tapping lightly and echoing her soft laughter, "Well, dear senior, do you really think there’s anyone in this school more beautiful than me?"
