No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 53: Birthday Gift
Tiffany Lynch blushed sheepishly. She lowered her head and rummaged in her bag. It took her a while before she finally pulled out a pale green teacup from inside and handed it to Louis Snyder, "I didn’t bring much since I hurried out. This, I made it myself. I’ll present it as a birthday gift to you."
She held the teacup in her hand. Its porcelain felt surprisingly cold, the chill seeped into the palm of her hand. Her movements became somewhat stiff, the inexplicable feeling of guilt made the smile at the corner of her mouth a bit rigid too.
However, Louis Snyder didn’t notice any of this.
To him, Tiffany Lynch was just smiling, with his face reflecting in her eyes.
The chill from the cup seemed to carry the warmth of the other person. He couldn’t help but grip it tighter and tighter.
Not until her delicate figure disappeared from his sight did Louis Snyder snap back to reality, his gaze falling on the pale green teacup in his hand.
It was beautiful, very beautiful.
Reflecting the warm yellow street lights, as if it also had a layer of halo, felt warm.
The smile on his lips gradually bloomed, the tenderness in his dark eyes slowly spreading. He touched the place on his head where he had been touched by her, carefully put away the cup.
Every move of his was cautious.
That was the happiest day for him since he first met Tiffany Lynch.
That was just the beginning.
Thinking of Tiffany Lynch’s words just now, an idea gradually formed in Louis Snyder’s mind.
Maybe, Hannah Winter would become the crucial tool for him to separate George River and Tiffany.
*
The seating arrangement at the drinking party was very clear. Those who were with George River, or those who were with Arnold Simmons.
Everyone was in the same space, yet there was a subtle air of tension.
It wasn’t until late at night, when Hannah yawned, her eyes welling up with tears, Arnold Simmons casually pushed the mahjong tiles in front of Hannah aside and said lightly, "That’s it for today."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Hannah swept away her tiredness, turned to Arnold Simmons and said, "But I’m not done playing yet."
"You said you have a beautiful face, you won’t be pretty if you stay up and become a panda," Arnold laughed lightly, the glass in his hand made a light sound as it was placed on the glass table.
It was like the glass of wine Hannah had toasted to him when they first met.
Hannah pulled on the hat on her head and checked her face in the reflection of a liquor bottle, "What’s wrong with a panda look? Pandas are cute, okay?"
Arnold didn’t say anything, his eyes fixed on the girl in front of him.
After a while, he stood up and led her away.
Everyone in the private room looked at each other and broke into knowing smiles.
Someone chuckled and remarked, "Looks like Second Master is going to have some fun tonight. I don’t know if he’s serious or just playing around. I sneakily glanced at that girl once, she’s a real beauty. If Second Master ever gets tired of her, I don’t mind picking her up."
Even with her face obscured by a hat, Hannah’s beauty was undeniable. Combined with her petal-like red lips and her fuzzy side profile, she attracted many.
Especially her soft, sweet voice and pleasing personality, a little bit smart and not flamboyant, was enough to move anyone.
They say a beauty has her unique aura. That must have been what they meant when they said someone like Hannah.
If it weren’t for Arnold’s presence tonight, the pretty young girl would probably have been picked clean.
"Pick up?" Oliver Taylor, sitting nearby, chuckled coldly, the mahjong tiles in his hand making a "clack clack" sound, "You dare to covet Second Master’s woman? If he finds out, you might as well bury yourself. It would be less painful."
