The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 607

Petty had no idea why he was suddenly competing with Franco.

But honestly, looking at it objectively, she couldn't pick who was better looking.

Hans and Franco belonged to two entirely different categories.

One was elegantly aloof, while the other carried the breathtaking aura of a comic book protagonist.

There was no comparing them.

Still, she couldn't resist teasing him. "If I have to compare, my little Abacus is the most handsome of all."

Hans pretended to scowl.

"You're so childish. A grown man competing over looks," Petty chided. Noticing his tie was slightly crooked, she set down the script, reached up, and straightened it for him.

Hans looked down at her effortless movements. She was entirely focused, practically treating him like a son.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He murmured, "I'll let you off the hook. We don't have to compare."

Petty retied his knot. Her movements were practiced, carved into her muscle memory, and she finished quickly.

"Looks pretty good." Hans checked his reflection in the mirror across the room.

Petty quietly picked up her script.

But in her mind, an image surfaced of Franco in a suit, freshly discharged from the military and attending a banquet for The White Family.

It was the first time she had seen him in formal wear. Unable to hide her teenage crush, she had lain in bed that night, blushing furiously as she described him to Laura over the phone for hours.

She knew many ways to tie a tie and used to fantasize about tying Franco's for him.

During the year he was blind, she had done exactly that.

The first time she tried, she fumbled for ages without getting it right. Franco had caught her hands, telling her not to be nervous. Even though he couldn't see, he had accurately guided her hands to finish the knot.

Suddenly, a flick to her forehead snapped her back to reality. Petty winced and covered the spot.