No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1797: Daily Life After Marriage (25)
Arnold Simmons lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice deep and tinged with a smile, "You’ve seen me back then?"
Hannah tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with light, speaking softly and tenderly, "Maybe I really have seen you back then."
"Then tell me, what was I like back then?" Arnold raised an eyebrow slightly, speaking at a leisurely pace.
She thought about it seriously, letting her gaze travel from his neck upwards, finally settling on his brows and eyes. She said, one word at a time, "Passionate, bold, stubborn, cold as if you didn’t care about anything. Of course, the most important thing was..."
At the critical moment, Hannah paused briefly. Arnold couldn’t help but ask, "What was it?"
She looked into his eyes, her smile radiant, "It was that you waited for me."
A few seconds later, Arnold let out a soft laugh and reached out to support the back of Hannah’s neck, letting her lean against his shoulder.
"Yes, I was lucky to meet you."
No matter how stifling the world had felt before, it bloomed into gentle flowers the moment he met her.
Rain was falling outside.
The rain wasn’t too heavy. The driver came over to deliver an umbrella before tactfully returning to wait in the car.
Instead of heading straight home, they strolled along the riverside.
The delicate rain washed away the neon lights from the opposite shore, as if sketching a strange and fantastical new world under the dark veil of night.
Reflections shimmered on the river’s surface, and the rippling waves carried the tenderness of the night’s breeze straight into people’s hearts.
She looked up and called his name.
Their gazes met briefly, and he bent down to pull her fully into his arms, one hand holding the umbrella, the other gently pressing the back of her neck. He lowered his head and kissed her.
In the distance, lights sparkled brightly, merging into starlight on the softly swaying water.
The black umbrella nearly blended with the night, their figures only faintly visible, nestled together amidst the rain.
The next morning, all online keywords related to Hannah and Payne Johnson had completely disappeared. At the same time, Arnold Simmons updated his social media with a photo.
The photo featured a rainy evening, the river, and the flickering neon lights, but all these elements became mere background to the two figures holding each other close.
Under the night sky, tender and intimate, time felt serene and kind.
The comment section was quickly flooded by countless fans.
Hannah’s retreat from the public eye had been entirely thorough—apart from her brief appearance in Lucy Taylor’s video footage a year ago, she hadn’t surfaced at all.
——I’m no longer praying for Hannah’s comeback; I just hope she updates her social media now and then.
——Anyone who hasn’t seen Hannah perform on stage... it breaks my heart! Even if it were today, she’d still outshine everyone!
——I just went back to rewatch one of her performances and realized that her season of the talent show aired six years ago.
A generation’s memories eventually turn into a generation’s nostalgia.
Probably due to Hannah’s trending appearance, many variety shows had once again turned their focus toward her.
A slew of invitations from prime-time variety programs arrived, and some even went to great lengths to acquire Jack Stewart’s contact information, trying to persuade Hannah to make a comeback through him.
For a time, the industry had set its sights on who could get Hannah to appear on their show.
Even online, rumors and speculation began spreading like wildfire.
When Jack Stewart called Hannah, she had just woken up.
They had been close friends for years, and Jack understood her well, "I’ve already helped you turn them all down."
Hannah climbed out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, shifting her phone to her other hand. "Thanks. Must be tough for you to still have to deal with this for me."
Even though he was no longer her manager.
