Peterson’s gaze reminded Hannah of Bryson, whose eyes bore a similar Look.
Peterson seemed to feel someone watching him from afar and glanced in her direction.
He looked at her with a subdued, shy expression, yet his good looks were undeniable.
At that moment, Remington’s gaze shifted to Hannah.
Hannah lifted her glass towards them, though her attention was on Peterson.
Peterson quickly looked down, but Remington quirked an eyebrow at Hannah. After exchanging a few awkward words with those nearby, he approached her.
“Congratulations, Miss Moore. You’re finally recognizing your relatives.” Remington greeted her with a glass of wine in his hand, his handsome face causing a bit of confusion.
“Thanks to you, Mr. Lyons, I’m able to join the Compton family so soon,” Hannah replied, smiling.
“I heard that no sooner than you arrived at the party, you stole the show. It’s a shame I missed it,” Remington mentioned, his eyes briefly scanning Hannah’s figure. “Miss Moore, you look stunning tonight. Would you care for a dance, like the one we had on the ship?”
“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” Winston stepped in front of Hannah. “Miss Moore’s first dance tonight should be with Mr. Pierce.”
Remington’s smile held a trace of iciness. “So, Miss Moore, you’re to be engaged to Mr. Pierce already. My congratulations are overdue.”
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“It was my father’s choice. There’s nothing worth congratulating,”
Hannah responded, maintaining her smile. “The one marrying into the Pierce family shouldn’t be me. I have no interest in a marriage arranged by our fathers.”
“Mr. Lyons.” She slightly raised her glass to Remington, her light makeup glowing in the banquet Light. “You’re also set to inherit your family’s legacy. Perhaps you should marry me instead to simplify matters.”
Clearly, Remington was caught off guard by Hannah’s words. He was visibly surprised.
Then, he let out a laugh, looking directly at Hannah. “I had no idea you had a crush on me too, Miss Moore.”
He moved closer to Hannah, gently touching her cheek as though they were the only two people in the world.
When Hannah stepped back, he reached out, smoothly holding her waist, a mysterious smile playing in his eyes.
“Why the secrecy? Miss Moore, you’ve just expressed a desire to marry me, yet now you seem keen on keeping it under wraps?”
With Remington’s arms still around her, Hannah arched an eyebrow and countered, “Mr. Lyons, does this mean you’ll consider my proposal and ask my father to choose a different suitor for me?”
After a moment of silent contemplation, Remington released her, his smile dimming slightly. “Even if I were to accept, Mr. Compton would never agree to have his treasured daughter betrothed to someone Like me.”
“Mind if I join this interesting conversation?”
Remington looked back, and Hannah followed his gaze.
Dressed in a white suit, Maloney approached with an easy smile, eyeing Hannah. “What’s this discussion about?”