With that, she suddenly paused, meeting the man's almost frostbitten face with a shake of her head. "You should visit the beauty salon more often. Don't be shy; nowadays many men are using facial masks. You need to get moving."
As she turned to leave, George River reached out to grab her but Hannah deftly sidestepped him.
She lifted her gaze to him, her eyes no longer bearing the humbleness of unrequited love. Her light coquettishness, pure and clear made her hard to resist. "Look at you, resorting to physical confrontations when you can't win verbally. How petty can you get?"
George River pulled back his hand, clenching it into a fist. Coldly, he retorted, "Since when did I try to get physical?"
Hannah responded, "Just now. I saw it with both eyes. Don't deny it or I'll cry sexual harassment!"
Last time, just a mere twenty minutes with George River was enough to tip over the jealousy jar of his Mr. Simmons. If Mr. Simmons knew that George River had touched her hand, then...
