No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 92: Encounter

Despite his clear betrayal of the feelings between him and Tiffany, George River could still proudly have her.

But he could only be with Hannah Winter, whom George had abandoned.

It was boring and tedious, making him disgusted.

The boy’s eyes somehow added a touch of indifference, as he said to himself almost inaudibly, with a hint of unnoticed loss, "Tiffany, you’re so wonderful, there must be lots of people who like you, right?"

Tiffany Lynch was taken aback for a moment, seeing the bedridden boy looking at her with admiring eyes, her heart softened, and her face was dusted with a light blush.

Delicate as a peach blossom.

Smiling at the corner of her mouth, she lowered her gaze, "I’m not as good as you think, it’s just that... I’m luckier."

As her words fell, she blushed more, thinking about someone, head down, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful pink-dusted complexion.

The moment the girl lower her head, the boy’s smile gradually cooled, he was about to say something while staring at the girl’s profile when the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Hannah came in unexpectedly, holding a lunch box in her hand, sweating from her forehead, panting slightly, looking as if she had rushed here in a hurry.

Seeing the two people in the ward, she clearly was also stunned, her gaze lingered on the boy in bed for a few seconds, then on the person seated at the side, her expression suddenly became awkward.

One hand on the door handle, she seemed to be at a loss whether to enter or leave.

No one spoke first, but Louis Snyder’s gaze towards Hannah lacked any smile or tenderness, only impatience and annoyance remained, as if he wanted to directly tell her to leave.

Only because Tiffany was still sitting here.

At the same time, Tiffany was also eyeing Hannah who had suddenly barged in, she gave her a once-over.

The girl was dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans, with a casual jacket from an unknown brand, her face and hair tousled from her rush here.

Her face was stunning nonetheless, making it hard for people to forget once they laid eyes on it; this aroused admiration in Tiffany’s heart as well as a faint sense of discomfort and jealousy.

Indeed, the girl was beautiful, yet...

Tiffany pursed her lips lightly, her gaze lingered on the girl’s shocked and timid eyes for a little longer.

Then she pulled back her gaze with significant meaning, all her actions exuding grace. Reaching for her bag that was placed aside, she looked at the person on the bed and said softly, "In that case, I’ll leave first..."

Louis bit his lip, struggling to get up and stop her when a frantic voice came from the door.

"No, I entered the wrong room." Hannah suddenly interrupted, her gaze downcast in some confusion, her hand gripping the door handle more tightly.

With seemingly all her strength, her voice barely audible, "I’m sorry, didn’t mean to disturb."

She closed the door.

Shutting out the looks of disgust or scrutiny from inside the room.

She leaned against the wall, turned her back, and looked down at her white canvas shoes, her silhouette somewhat forlorn and sad.

The cold tiles, chilling by the drafts, seemed to mimic the girl’s inner emotion.

She clenched her hand, her knuckles turning white, the heat from her fingertips gradually dissipating, her long, curvy eyelashes trembling, blurring the sadness in her eyes.

Many passers-by stole glances at her, but she remained oblivious.