Hannah, “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched, Mr. Dixon.”
Hannah ignored him, turning her head to look outside the car window, watching the cityscape fly by, a myriad of images flashing through her mind. She knew this city like the back of her hand, even better than her hometown.
After she came of age, she studied here, worked here, met the man she loved here, got married here, and lived here. She experienced all kinds of joys and endured countless unspeakable pains here.
Perhaps, that was the price of growing up.
Steven couldn’t bear to see Hannah with a melancholic expression. He wanted to hold her, but feared her rejection, so he silently observed her every
His Hannah, who used to love him so much. She loved him so deeply that, in her prime, she wanted to bear his child. He had pushed her away with his damn recklessness.e2
He was the one to blame.
About half an hour later, the car slowly entered a villa district.
Hannah had never been here before, but she knew this place. Steven had told her before that he owned several villas here. He had even planned to register one under her name, but she had declined.
Steven said, “Hannah, after our divorce, I lived here.”
He lied again. After sneakily buying the house Hannah wanted to sell, he mostly lived in the house they had shared, feeling that as long as he was there, his Hannah was still with him.
This place was one of his many residences, a place where he stayed alone pretending to be out gallivanting when they were still married.
Aside from him, not even his parents had stayed here. Usually, it was just the housekeeper.
Hannah listened without responding.
The car soon entered the yard, and as soon as the driver parked, Steven got out of the car, hurriedly going around to open the door for Hannah, “Hannah, if you like it, you can live here.”
Steven had good taste and money, so naturally, the house he chose was exquisite. Hannah looked around. The villa was secluded, and even though it wasn’t spring yet, the garden was filled with vibrant flowers, so beautiful it seemed unreal, like something out of a comic book.
She smiled and said, “Is Mr. Dixon trying to keep me as your sugar baby?”
Steven, “Hannah, that’s not what I…”
“As you don’t mean that, I’ll just pay you the market rate for rent.” Hannah pulled out her phone, opened a property rental app, and transferred him the highest rate she saw.
Ding, a payment notification popped up on Steven’s phone, “Hannah.”
Hannah, “If you don’t want to accept, does that mean you don’t want me to stay here?”
Steven had no choice but to accept the money.
Hannah, “Mr. Dixon, I’ll rent it for a month. If I decide to stay longer, I’ll continue to pay you rent.”
The fact that she wanted to keep things so clear-cut made Steven’s heart ache. But on second thought, regardless of the reason, as long as she was willing to live with him, it was good for him.
“Let’s go in and see if you like the interior design,” Steven quickly led the way, “You can choose whichever room you like.”