She tiptoed slightly forward, revealing the luminous white of her instep. Her skirt swayed gently, that flash of pearly skin appearing and disappearing, stirring ripples in one's heart.
Her gaze held a faint smile as she walked over and sat down on the sofa, neither shocked by Jackie Qualls's sudden appearance nor concerned about the punch George River had taken, like an outsider to the scene.
George River sat on the ground, watching the back-and-forth between the two, his understanding clear.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down with a sneer, and laughed mockingly, "If I'm not mistaken, Best Actor Qualls should have been Tiffany's loyal knight for several years now, haven't you? So, Sir Knight, do you still have the inclination to meddle in matters between Hannah and me?"
Jackie Qualls turned his gaze back to the man on the ground.