Spoiled by Mr Russell

Chapter 958

'He just had to praise my face, a replica of Heather's. Does he like Heather, or is it me?'

'You're so beautiful, and I can't stop looking at you! You’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" Ralph said quickly, nodding fervently. He was trying to flatter her, but his words were true to a certain extent.

'Heather is indeed beautiful in a unique way. However, it was slightly exaggerated to say that no other woman could compare to her. Forget about other women and just take Alex's wife as an example. She's a true beauty and was born beautiful. Anyone would find her gorgeous at first sight. Her beauty isn't the kind that would take anyone's breath away, but one wouldn't be able to avert their gaze from her. The more one looks at her, the more beautiful she is. However, she has nothing to do with me now that she's married to Alex. What I want is the family's wealth, not just merely a woman. This woman before me is different. She's not only good­looking, but she could bring endless wealth to me and even help me regain the Russell family’s business that should've belonged to me! Flattering her would be the right move to make.'

Hannah raised her hand and touched her cheek lightly, appearing to be in thought. 'Then... do I look prettier yesterday or today?”

does that even mean? Does it matter which day it is? After we get together, would she ask me such questions every day? How am I even

answer me?" Seeing his hesitation made Hannah

Everyone loves

it. Do you want to hear the truth?" Ralph observed her expression, afraid she would leave again

I can accept it." Hannah nodded. She wanted

Ralph organized his words and said what he thought was a perfect answer, "Actually, you look beautiful today and yesterday, just a different kind of beautiful! Yesterday, you were cold and hostile. Like the rumors, you looked like a strong, independent woman. If you were to get mad, I wouldn't dare to breathe. However, you're gentle and adorable today. I find

at all. "So, do you like

like both sides of you! You're still you, so how could I choose between the Heather I saw yesterday and the one I'm seeing today? I'll continue to like you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next year, and even decades from now, no matter how you look like. I love you, Heather!" he confessed as he held her

He believed that all women in this world would be moved by his words, but to his surprise, the woman in front of him did not look like she was touched. She even looked