The intimacy between the two pricked George River's eyes, Hannah's words felt like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.
"George, we broke up a long time ago."
The girl leaned into the man's embrace, her head tilted in a way that made her look especially soft and obedient, yet the words she uttered were devoid of any emotion, merely stating a fact.
George clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Hannah, he enunciated each word, "Initially, it was just a moment of impulse on my part, which doesn't count. Moreover, you never really agreed to it, so that doesn't count as a breakup."
George River, the once cold and ruthless domineering boss, for the first time revealed his unreasonable persistence, as if he had reverted to the childishness and naivety of his teenage years.
At least in front of Arnold Simmons, he always seemed a few notches below.
Hannah sighed, as if she was helpless against his foolish antics.
