Hannah, not at his side, the man had lost his reassuring antidote.
After a glance at George River standing in front of him, Arnold Simmons spoke lightly, "When one lives for a decade or two, there are bound to be some misjudgments, but it doesn't matter. Once this sickness is cured, it will not reoccur."
George River looked at him with an ugly expression, knowing that Arnold Simmons was insinuating. He sneered and added, "Hannah and I were together for two years."
The man's hand in his pocket tightened abruptly, his knuckles turned white, but his face remained calm. His tone became heavier, "If you lack a woman, find your own. Don't keep staring at your little aunt."
*
Arnold Simmons got into the car, only he knew the amount of self-control just needed to stop himself from hitting George River.
Watching the other party flaunting in front of him about the past he had with Hannah, a past where he didn't participate.
Even if he tried hard to ignore it, it had still happened.
