No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1575: Can’t Find a Topic
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He could be said to be the most mild-mannered and spring-like figure at the heart of the whole royal power struggle, always maintaining the appearance of a gentleman, very much to everyone’s liking.
However, Hannah’s impression of Sheffield Benedict mostly stems from their first encounter, when he stood by Emma’s side.
He seemed uncompetitive and free from worldly desires, but in fact, he was very perceptive and saw things more clearly than anyone else.
She did not particularly like such people, because she disliked guessing what others were thinking.
Suddenly, Hannah fell silent.
Wayne Lane wanted to say something, but couldn’t find a topic to discuss with her.
This was often the case when they were alone together: either they would bicker or sit in undisturbed silence.
It was almost noon, and the streets were getting busier.
Hannah and Wayne Lane had been standing outside the auction venue for a long time, and now people from behind wanted to squeeze in to see the information on the monitor, so Wayne Lane pulled Hannah away.
They hadn’t had lunch yet.
The auction hall’s promotions had always kept business stable, so there were places to eat on the street.
But the food was not particularly tasty and it was expensive; the meal cost them nearly a gold coin.
After lunch, Hannah and Wayne Lane walked around the neighborhood to get familiar with the area until it was starting to get dark, and then they returned to the Guest Arrival Inn.
The Guest Arrival Inn was busier now than when they had left.
However, the voice-controlled lights in the hallway were still functioning intermittently, with guests complaining but, as there was no other inn with reasonable prices, they settled for staying there for now.
Hannah and Wayne Lane’s rooms were both on the third floor, which now had many more guests.
Perhaps because of the room’s cramped and stifling environment, everyone decided to open their doors and sit together to chat.
Among the guests, Hannah saw the family from the spaceship.
Their young son was still quite boisterous, now having found a ball somewhere and happily hitting it around.
The echo in the hallway was loud, making even the sound of the ball hitting the floor seem noisy.
The child was having a great time, even kicking the ball towards someone coming his way.
The ball rolled and stopped right in front of Hannah, who could have easily stepped on it and tripped if she wasn’t careful.
This child was a brat.
Hannah frowned, about to say something, when Wayne Lane tugged at her sleeve.
His eyes told her not to make a scene.
Make a scene?
Hannah crossed her arms, glaring at Wayne Lane unhappily, and at the brat, before returning to her room.
The sound of the door closing was quite loud.
Wayne Lane, feeling somewhat helpless, glanced at the little boy who was frightened by the door slamming, did not say anything, and also turned to go back to his room.
This was their last night at the inn. If there were no surprises, they would leave immediately after the auction ended tomorrow and head to the next destination.
The night was very quiet; the hallway that was somewhat lively during the day was once again enveloped in darkness.
From behind the door, it seemed one could faintly hear someone raising their voice in an argument, though it was unclear which family that had checked in today it was.
Hannah was not sleeping; she didn’t turn on the light and just sat on the bed looking at the scene outside the window.
There was no moon visible outside the window, and it had started drizzling at some unknown time.
Lately, the weather in Bruce had seemed particularly bad.
In the hallway, the voice-controlled light flickered but did not go out, instead becoming somewhat glaringly bright.
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