Chapter 1534: Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534

Steven pondered it for a moment and had to agree. A Christmas dinner made by the entire family indeed had a special atmosphere. He quickly texted Alan: [No need to come anymore.]

Alan: [What?]

Steven ignored his reply, pocketing his phone and focusing on the car ahead. The highway was clogged, the speed was slow, and the car in front was already at a dead stop. Rick said, “President Dixon, the navigation says there’s been a major accident up ahead. It won’t clear for a while, probably until after dark. We don’t have any food in the car either.”

Steven cut him off with a look that could freeze molasses, “Missing one meal won’t kill you.”

Rick mumbled under his breath, his feelings hurt.

Steven asked, “What are you mumbling about?”

Rick said, “You’re following your wife, but not even greeting her. She doesn’t even know you’re here to see her. What if she’s missing you? I’m just worried.”e2

Steven said, “I don’t need your meddling.”

Rick sighed. Alright, no meddling. From now on, he wouldn’t interfere in the Ableson family’s matters.

In the midst of this, the car door ahead suddenly opened. Hannah got out, stretching by the side of the car. The car next to them also opened, and a handsome young man stepped out. He gave Hannah a shy smile, “Excuse me, are you Hannah?”

Hannah had gained twenty pounds recently, so she looked quite different from her screen image. Even if people thought she looked like the famous Hannah, they weren’t certain. She had gone shopping without anyone recognizing her, so she figured fewer people on the road would recognize her. She didn’t even bother with sunglasses. To her surprise, she was recognized.

Hannah answered with a smile, “Many people say I look like Hannah and mistake me for her. But I think I’m much prettier than Hannah.”

The man looked embarrassed, “I’m sorry! I’m a big fan of Hannah. I thought you were her. I wanted to ask for an autograph.”

Hannah said, “No problem. It’s fate that we met. How about I give you an autograph in Hannah’s name?”

The man said, “That would be great.”

Hannah asked, “Do you have a pen?”

The man promptly handed her a Sharpie, clearly prepared.

Hannah laughed, “Where should I sign?”

The man unzipped his jacket to reveal a white T-shirt underneath. He patted his left chest, “Could you sign here, please? It’s the closest place to my heart.”

Hannah blushed a little, “I’m not the real Hannah. It doesn’t feel right.”

The man stared at Hannah, his eyes full of infatuation and warmth, “It’s okay.”

Hannah thought for a moment, still feeling awkward, “Maybe not.

As she tried to pull her hand back, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist, “Hannah, I know it’s you. Others may mistake you, but I won’t. Your personal details are not publicized, and fans don’t even know where you’re from. You suddenly disappeared these past few months. I’ve been searching for you- and finally, I found you