Chapter 403 Telling Horror Jokes

Andrew complained, "You look fantastic in anything. You can mix and match every day. It'd be perfect."

Not allowing him the chance for extravagance, Hannah made her selections independently.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Ms. Emerson."

The voice was soft and fragile with a touch of sorrow.

Just hearing the voice made Andrew involuntarily shiver.

Impatience furrowed his brow as he glanced in the direction of the voice.

Now, he stood tall, his well-toned muscles emanating a reassuring strength.

While he had initially carried a fierce and aggressive demeanor, the added vitality from his military experience gave him a formidable presence.

When he came face to face with Catherine, he unintentionally sent a shiver down her spine with just his gaze.

As she felt his eyes on her, her face paled slightly, and she took a step back.

Seeing her, a hint of coldness appeared in Hannah's eyes.

She was flooded with unpleasant memories, particularly the chilling moments from her past life.