No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 95 For Your Own Good
The girlβs eyes shimmered brightly. Any previous sadness had been artfully hidden, leaving only a glimmer of hope as she looked at the person lying in the sickbed. ππ£πππ ππππ¨π―ππ.ππ¨π
She held a bowl of soup, her delicate, snow-white fingers trembling slightly against the rim of the bowl, a pale flush rising to her fingertips.
Clenching her teeth, she forced a smile on her face, seemingly mimicking Tiffany Lynchβs demeanor earlier on.
But to Louis Snyder, it seemed completely out of place.
He lowered his gaze, casually glancing over the bowl of soup. He spoke with a whiny tone, "Sister, I donβt like carrots; donβt you remember?"
Hearing this, Hannah Winter, who was holding the soup, paused slightly.
Thatβs right.
Carrots are George Riverβs favorite food.
He had stomach problems and didnβt like eating on time, so she diligently made soup for him.
Noticing that he liked carrots, she brewed all sorts of soup for him, one variation after another.
But...
He never tried any of them.
A faint hint of sorrow and nostalgia swept across the girlβs eyes. The smile on her face faded.
Realizing that the boy was throwing a tantrum, Hannah forced a smile and patiently coaxed him. "Louis, eating a lot of carrots is good for your health. Youβre still a patient. You canβt skip meals."
The girlβs voice was gentle and melodious, but the repetitive words and nagging tone annoyed Louis.
He turned his face away, his tone growing cold. "I told you, I donβt like it."
"Louis..." The girl wanted to persuade him further, but she saw the boy suddenly turn his face. There was anger in his eyes for the first time. This startled Hannah, causing her to spill some of the soup on the pillow.
The boy, who was already a neat freak, furrowed his brows even more. Before she could apologize, he interrupted her. "Sister, I told you, I donβt like it. Why do you always force me to eat things I donβt like?"
"I..."
This was the first time Hannah saw Louis lose his temper, and she was a bit frightened. Her fingertips were already scalded red.
She tried to pull her hand back, but the boy clamped her slender wrist, forcefully stopping her movement.
Hannah let out a low cry of pain.
The boy lowered his eyes, his gaze skimming over her hand that was already scalded red. His pupils contracted for a moment, and then relaxed. A shadow seemed to ripple through his chestnut eyes, brimming with malicious intent.
"Sister, what do you take me for? An obedient pet? I told you I donβt like it, why canβt you remember?"
"I donβt like carrots, not at all. The smell even makes me want to vomit, do you know that?"
The boy snapped, his face devoid of the usual docility and warmth. His usually harmless eyes, when icy, were like a knife cutting into Hannah.
The girl felt rather embarrassed and could only try to justify herself in a small voice, "I... I was just... trying to look out for your health."
For your sake.
Itβs always for your sake?
Always that sentence.
The rebellious boy was not in a mood to deal with such clichΓ©d words. To him, it was like those words were a refusal to acknowledge his feelings. He was confident that Hannah Winter couldnβt leave him.
And that gave him the vestige of an excuse to hurt her unrestrainedly.
