Hannah saw his face closely and saw how the water drops falling from his beard and skin looked fresh.
She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, and her heart started to beat faster. She wondered what it would be like to touch his face and feel the wetness of the drops on her own skin.
She shook her head, realising that she was getting carried away with her thoughts.
But before she realised what was going on, she was shoved away by him.
"You-"
"You!"
They shouted in reunion.
Hannah, on the other hand, had her eyes on his chest and a hand on his chest. She stared at it while Aaron looked at her with wide eyes. He screamed in terror, and he noticed a stranger staring at his half-naked body.
"Mom! Mom! There is a stalker in my room. You, what are you doing in my room? How dare you enter my house in the first place?" He questioned.
Hannah just stared at him confusedly. 'Does he really call me a stalker? This guy. No, no Hannah Calm down, baby, calm down. You need him.'
"Sh! Don't yell. Your mother sent me here, and-" She noticed a scars on his left arm as he also felt her looking at him.
So, without turning around, he moved to side and dashed towards his closest and appeared after wearing his clothes. He was very attractive, but he was even more so without his clothes. She should take advantage of her opportunity and complete her contract with him.
"Who the hell are you?" His voice was still rude that made Hannah wondered if he didn't know her or was just acting.
"Listen, Mrs. Moore invited me to—"
"Mom! What kind of people do you let into our home?" He shook his head and began shouting. What exactly did he mean? Did she appear to him to be a beggar? She desperately needed to calm down. Or she will forget who he and she were...
"Please excuse me, Mr. Moore. Your mother invited me to dinner, and it was she who sent me—" His outburst cut her off once more. Were all the men the same as him? Did they really need to cut the woman this way?
"Oh, really, what type of guest are you? Don't you have any manners? What are you doing in my room while I'm bathing? Huh?"
Hannah was experiencing frustration and disrespect from his outburst. She was invited to dinner by his mother and was sent by her, but he was being rude and cutting her off. Hannah was also confused as to why she was being accused of lacking manners and being in his room while he was bathing. It's not like she was never close to him at all in the past.
'Maybe, it was past and it feel awkward now.' she thought.
"No, you are getting me wrong—"
"Did you persuade my mother to let you enter this house? Do you intend to seduce me?" So, he thought she will seduce him and get him again. Hannah glared at him.
"Tsk! I've seen a lot of girls like you. You would not be in the living room or my room if you were my guest! I'm disgusted by a woman like you. What do all you girls want from me, huh?"
"For the hundredth time, shut up!" Hannah raised her voice this time, evidently fed up with his haughty attitude and lengthy speech.
"What else? Huh? I've seen hundreds of girls who appear like you! As a guest, how can you enter a man's room and breach his privacy? You females saw an attractive and wealthy man like me and sought to lay a trap for him. Disgusting." He said this while looking her up and down.
Hannah had had enough of him, but he wasn't what she expected. He was disgusting, and there was no doubt about how much it hurt her to know him in person.
"What? How could you possibly think of me like this? And what do you think of yourself? Because of your mother, I came to see you! Men like you disgust me! I'm not going to throw myself at you just because you're wealthy! Have you examined yourself in the mirror? I've seen more handsome and hot guys with hotter bodies than you. And I don't need your money because I can earn it myself."
It seemed like Hannah turned angrier and insulted the person. Hannah believed that the person standing in front of her was arrogant and entitled, and that their wealth didn't make him attractive. Furthermore, Hannah was also independent and did not rely on the person's money.
"I don't like women like you either," he informed her.
Aaron was hurt; obviously, his inner man was threatened, and he had this unnamed anger building up inside him for her. How dare she diss his body or compare him to others when so many want him? Aaron found her very annoying and arrogant.
They were bickering nonstop while, on the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Moore were enjoying the drama.
Aaron was always cold and arrogant after calling off the wedding. No one dared to stand against him, and often he wasn't that expensive, but in her case, he was showing his other sides to come out and also threatening him in some way he didn't understand.
Hannah directly hit on his mentality. Aaron was represented as someone who would not listen to anyone and was in danger of falling out of his chair and being hit with a flyswatter.
"Do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that while being in my house?"
"Of course, I know who you are." She smiled, witchy. "At some point I even admired your work, but guess what? You are not that nice like I thought of you. You are the dead opposite. A jerk..."
"An arrogant jerk!"