Now that his relationship with Tiffany was just starting to loosen, he didn't want their past to affect it.
But rather than letting someone else handle it, he felt it safer to be doing it himself.
He initially just wanted to grab his stuff and leave, but when he got to the door and heard a faint sound of crying inside, he stopped in his tracks.
It was as if the timid yet tenacious girl he knew two years ago appeared before his eyes, a girl who had been humbly trying to please him, taking care of every tiny detail, for the past two years.
But unfortunately, all these just made him feel even more disgusted.
His Tiffany would never degrade herself just to please someone.
That kind of flattery in her eyes, the humility ingrained in her bones, everything told him that no one in this world could replace his Tiffany.
Indeed, a substitute would always remain just that, a substitute.
George River relaxed his eyebrows, prepared to hasten his departure, the door was opened from the inside.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Hannah had one hand raised, tears in her eyes as she wiped her face, looking pitiful as she locked eyes with the dark orbs of the man before her.
Lotus: "Wow, sir, I told you already to not just be saying goodbye to the bathtub, now look what happened."
Hannah: "...Shut up."
The breakup play that just ended the night before, to unexpectedly run into him the very next day, one had to say, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
George averted his gaze from her tear-stained eyes, as if fearful that she would misunderstand, his voice was still cold, "I just came to get my stuff."
Hearing his aloof words, her eyes, once filled with joy and hope, instantly transformed into desolation.
George saw all of this in her eyes, combined with what he just heard, he wanted to make things clear, "Hannah Winter, it's over between us, don't ever harbor any illusions about what you can't have."
George's cold words were like a blade in the cold wind, not needing to slash the skin to drain all the warmth from her body, leaving her only with the cold.
For a moment, Hannah was in a panicky mess, tears that were originally held back now flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She hastily wiped away her tears, but it was all in vain, she could only try to keep her composure by turning her body sideways, her shoulders trembling as she attempted to keep her voice steady, "I'm...I'm sorry, I just..."
This was the first time George saw Hannah in such a state of distress, he always knew the girl by his side was humbly in love with him, she was weak, and there was nothing remarkable about her.
The more he confronted her like this, the more George realized how absurd his initial decision had been.
Hannah Winter would never be Tiffany Lynch.
His Tiffany, despite being naive and outgoing, was nothing like the girl standing before him.
The more he thought about it, the more agitated George became, this agitation even overcome the slight pity and heartache he felt.
Seeing the luggage behind Hannah, he couldn't help but knit his brows, "Since I gave you the villa, it's yours, you don't have to..."
"I don't want it." Hannah suddenly turned around, her eyes tearful, looking at the man in front of her full of affection, "I don't want anything you give me, George, I just hope you know, I am not a vain woman, I truly love you, not your money."