The meaning wasn't spelled out, but both of them understood.
"Jackie Qualls, don't you think it's funny that you, as a rival in love, say this to me?"
Listening to the pointed tone in Louis Snyder's words, Jackie Qualls just smiled.
He walked to the side, leaned his arm on the rail, and looked up at the layered dark clouds under the night sky, his voice tinged with a sense of resignation, "Louis Snyder, you should know, she won't belong to any one of us."
Not just the two of them, this also included George River.
He should have known earlier.
Neither of them would be the right person for Hannah.
Then there was Arnold Simmons...
Louis Snyder looked down, unusually silent for a moment, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile tinged with self-mockery.
It was as if he was speaking to himself, yet also to someone else.
"How does that matter, no matter what, I won't give up, as long as..."
As long as what?
He clenched his fists, a dark expression crossed his eyes.
