The hand wasn't as tender and delicate as he had imagined, instead, it was thin and bony.
He lowered his head, only to meet Matthew Quach's gaze.
Matthew Quach expressionlessly withdrew his hand from Owen Hanson's grip and disdainfully wiped his hand with a tissue.
The atmosphere grew awkward for a moment.
Hannah couldn't help but laugh.
Her laughter drew Owen Hanson's attention again. Watching her, he seemed somewhat mesmerized. His smile was ingratiating, confident of his own charm and handsome looks.
"If you're so tired, why don't you decline the upcoming schedules and take proper rest, instead of wearing yourself out?"
Hannah's voice was soft and caring, but her words made Owen Hanson's expression turn awkward.
He hadn't expected Hannah to say something like that. He could only force a laugh and respond, "These are decisions made by the company, what can a small-time actor like me do?"
Hannah frowned, her eyes full of sympathy, "Is it really that miserable?"
