No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 112: I Give You
George River stood to the side, watching her gently comforting another man, watching her tenderly wipe fresh blood from his forehead, watching her give her tenderness to somebody else. He clenched his teeth, his rationality being gradually corroded by anger.
The familiar pain in his heart swept over him again, he felt something was gradually slipping out of his control.
Perhaps, once it slipped away, he could never grasp it again.
A tremendous sense of loss swallowed up the last remnants of the man’s sanity.
He threw himself forward and grabbed Hannah Winter’s wrist. With a fierce tug, he pulled her up from the ground. With his back against the tree trunk, he glared at her with fierce eyes, his voice as sharp and cold as an ice edge, "Hannah Winter, you wanted money, didn’t you? I’ll give it to you."
Hannah said nothing, just looked at him, her eyes seemed filled with self-mockery and desolation.
That kind of gaze made George River’s heart ache, but he still spoke coldly, "Hannah Winter, speak up!"
She remained silent, her gaze sorrowful and bleak. This time, however, she stopped looking at him, biting her lower lip and saying nothing.
Her silence was like a silent mockery of him.
He was the one who had abandoned her in the first place, but now he was shamelessly offering her money.
This was a humiliation to her.
Her lips lost their color from being bitten so hard. It seemed like a long time had passed, so long that George River thought the girl in front of him had lost her voice. He wanted to let go, but then he heard a faint voice in his ear.
"This time, how long are you planning to play before you abandon me again?"
She bowed her head, the dappled light filtering through the leaves fell on her cheeks. Her tied-up hair was a little disheveled; her pale and slender neck was like a swan’s final cry before death.
The moon fell, and the flowers wilted. This scene was filled with a sense of approaching ruin.
Perhaps it would be a scene that George River could never forget for the rest of his life.
The raging fire burned George River entirely; he vented all his anger onto the frail and petite girl in front of him. After that, it felt as suffocating as the humidity after a summer storm.
So suffocated that his whole body ached.
He wanted to deny her words, but those simple words weighed like a thousand pounds on his tongue, and he couldn’t utter them.
Who knows how long the silence lasted.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the wind could be heard.
He was about to let go when he felt a dull pain in the back of his head.
"Let her go!" The boy who had fallen to the ground somehow had managed to get up and swung his school bag at George River.
George River, caught off guard, took the hit square on.
By the time he recovered and was about to fight back, he heard a cry from behind him, "George River, if you dare to act, I will call the police now."
She was clutching her phone tightly; her eyes were already filled with tears, just like the night they parted.
But the tears of that night annoyed him; now they chilled his heart.
He twitched the boy’s collar, his fist hovered in mid-air, and he sneered, "Hannah Winter, so are you going to protect this man now?"
Hannah nodded strongly, "Yes, that’s right."
George River had always seen Hannah as weak and harmless; this was the first time he saw her so determined to protect someone.
But that person wasn’t him.
Inside the man’s gloomy eyes, the anger that had faded away was reignited. He laughed coldly, then, under the girl’s shocked gaze, he swung his fist down mercilessly.
The more you want to protect him, the more I’ll do the opposite.
