No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 97: As You Please

Like a deliberately suppressed voice, afraid of being heard by others, it was like a kitten’s whine, delicate and soft, all the more heartbreaking.

After a moment, he heard the sounds of the girl struggling to get up from behind him.

Assuming she was about to leave, he turned his head subconsciously to see her tidying the mess on the ground with her back to him.

Though a broom was right beside her, she stupidly used her hands, piece by piece, to pick up the porcelain shards from the floor.

Hopelessly clumsy.

He scoffed, taking a rare moment of kindness to remind her of something, only to see that she was already standing up.

In just less than a minute, her eyes were already swollen red, even her face was as though it had been covered with thick rouge, flushed crimson.

Her tears flowed non-stop, all she could do was, awkwardly, use her uninjured hand to wipe them away. But, alas, she just couldn’t get her face clean, she sobbed, and looked so pitiful.

The young man coldly called out her full name for the first time, "Hannah Winter, don’t bring me food anymore."

The girl paused, seeming to ignore his words, "Louis, since you don’t like carrots, next time I won’t use them to make soup. I’ll change it. Do you like winter melon? Corn is also good, maybe ..."

"I said, can’t you understand? Stop bringing me meals!" he aggressively interrupted Hannah’s monologue.

Those neat innocent eyes carried a small amount of hostility, the smile that usually adorned her lips was no more.

With her head lowered, and her long hair disheveled resting on her chest, she sobbed and gently floated in the wind and asked, "Then what do you like to eat, I’ll cook that for you next time."

With that, she lifted her head, her watery eyes stared straight at the young man in the hospital bed.

He had hurt her.

Yet she didn’t blame him, on the contrary, she was desperately trying to please him.

Louis Snyder wanted to laugh, to continue his mockery.

He even thought about breaking things off with Hannah, telling her that he had never liked her, that she was no different from George River, merely a substitute.

Yet when his eyes met those tear-filled ones, he couldn’t get the words out.

Why couldn’t he say it out loud?

Maybe he still wanted to see Hannah suffer more.

The young man finally gave in, a sign of fatigue emerging on his innocent face. He leaned back, his hand covering his eyes, "Suit yourself."

Hannah Winter, it’s you who wouldn’t let go.

It’s you who insisted on staying by my side.

It’s you who’s too dumb to even differentiate between the good and the bad.

So... how could I pass up such an opportunity.

You are my best weapon to drive a wedge between Tiffany and George River.

Pity?

Ha! 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

What I feel for you is only disgust.

With his eyes closed, not wanting to see any more, the girl’s happy voice still echoed in his ears.

"Louis, I’ll come see you again tomorrow, remember to eat the porridge in the lunch box."

The boy paused, frowning slightly.

Unaware of anything, the girl busied herself with saying, "Louis, rest well, I’ll come again tomorrow."

The sound of the door closing echoed, she had left.

He lowered his hand, opened his eyes, and directed his gaze to the clean floor and the lunch box on the table, a smirk appearing on his face.

The porridge in the bowl was still steaming hot, emitting a light scent of rice, sprinkled with some dried carrot and chopped green onions on top.

It looked bland, but unusually appetizing.

The boy subconsciously swallowed, looked down, his eyes met with a hint of silver peeking out from under the pillow.