She backed away, starting to form excuses, "You know, I have a cold body. I often feel cold for no discernible reason. If you don't believe me, feel my hands. They're cold right now."
She raised her hand, looking sincere.
Inside, she was cursing.
Damn George River, why did he have to show up here of all places? Wasn't he forcing her to mess up in front of Arnold Simmons?
A few days ago, George River had interrogated her about her relationship with Arnold Simmons. What had she said back then?
Oh right, she said that Arnold was the one pestering her.
...She was doomed.
Arnold couldn't tell what Hannah was thinking. His gaze was mostly attracted by the delicate white hand in front of him.
He seemed to recall the soft, cool touch from earlier.
His eyes slowly deepened.
Hannah regained her focus, looking sincerely at Arnold in front of her. Just as she was about to explain something, a black jacket landed on her head.
