No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1674 Arnold Simmons Extra (40)

"Don’t you live here?"

He wore a bright smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a dark undertone.

At this moment, the weather was gloomy without sunlight, wind starting to pick up swirling with the chilling moisture before rain, making his expression even more eerie.

Like a distorted, grinning clown.

After a brief pause of just a second, Hannah responded with ease, "I’m hungry, going to get some food."

Her tone was natural, flawless. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Sure enough, Jimmy Simmons had no doubts, "Great, it’s my treat."

"No need."

After saying that, Hannah continued walking forward, not sparing him another glance.

Still, Jimmy Simmons followed close by with a smile, even taking the initiative to offer carrying Hannah’s backpack, and didn’t show any sign of embarrassment or annoyance even after being rejected.

The more enthusiastically and brightly he behaved, the more dissonant it felt.

Like a snake slowly crawling on slippery mud, hiding cold and sinister eyes in the vertical pupils, lurking in the shadows.

Impossible to shake off or hide from.

Hannah went to the nearby food street.

It was the busiest time there, and with tomorrow being the weekend, even more people were present. The more narrow areas were almost packed shoulder to shoulder, and several nearby stores were already full to bursting.

In the most exaggerated spots, the line almost stretched out to the street entrance.

Hannah deliberately chose this place.

Whether it’s due to her current identity or because of Arnold Simmons, facing Jimmy Simmons directly was not a wise choice; hence, she needed to avoid him for now.

But no matter how crowded the place was, Jimmy Simmons always managed to stay close by Hannah’s side, occasionally even sparing attention to watch her.

Their manner and positioning were just like a couple of student lovers.

"More like a May-December romance!"

"How do you know? That girl looks quite young."

"That’s a uniform from No. 1 Middle School; my brother studies there and he told me that the grade three uniform is orange, and grade one’s is red; it’s definitely a May-December romance."

The two girls nearby looked smitten.

Especially since both Hannah and Jimmy Simmons were quite good-looking.

Jimmy Simmons was in a rare good mood, his smile unguarded.

But Hannah frowned, "Stay away from me a bit."

"Why?"

"I don’t want to be misunderstood."

Hannah walked to a less crowded area.

Jimmy Simmons watched her, his intent clear in his gaze, "Don’t you like me?"

Hannah almost laughed, "Why should I like you?"

Jimmy Simmons didn’t see anything wrong with it and said directly: "I like you quite a bit; why don’t we give it a try?"

Considering it, today was only their second encounter.

Hannah didn’t expect that—not only was Jimmy Simmons crazy, but his teenage brain was also a bit unclear, foolishly naïve.

Now, he was only a phrase short of a domineering boss’s "Be my woman."

Of course, Hannah rejected him.

Jimmy Simmons persisted in asking her why.

Hannah was annoyed, her face expressionless, "Isn’t ’not liking you’ enough of a reason?"

"Then who do you like?" Jimmy Simmons wasn’t really expecting Hannah to agree at this declaration; if she really had, he might have found it boring and uninteresting.

After all, it was rare to come across a girl who suited his tastes so well.

"I don’t like anyone," Hannah said, tightening her grip on her backpack as she continued to walk forward.

Jimmy Simmons followed closely, "I don’t believe it; isn’t being my girlfriend good?"

His confidence was through the roof.

If he changed his hair to a more striking color, it would probably match his personality better.

Hannah randomly picked a snack shop and lined up.