Chapter 1056: Chapter 1056: Of Course, It Counts
Arnold Simmons bowed his head close, his nose lightly brushing against her hot cheek, his voice low and smiling faintly, "Open your eyes and take a look."
"Look at what?" She felt a rebellious urge to disagree with him.
After a good while, it was she who couldn’t resist anymore and quietly opened her eyes a sliver.
In her field of vision, the first thing she saw was the man’s eyes, filled with tenderness, devoid of the cold indifference of the daytime, and under the night sky, they even held a hint of enticement, inviting one to delve deeper.
Hannah stared blankly, hearing the man’s low chuckle before coming back to her senses.
Arnold explained, "Not looking at me."
"I wasn’t looking at you." She snorted and looked away.
Only afterward did she realize her tone was petulant and wanted to explain herself, but her gaze fell upon the vast expanse of fiery red roses.
Under the moonlight, they resembled rolling clouds of fire, stretching beyond sight.
What was clearly a green grassy field during the day had transformed as if by magic into a beautiful rose garden at night.
Hannah leaped out of Arnold’s embrace and ran onto the little path through the flowers, touching one blossom and then examining another.
Her eyes were full of surprise.
She ran forward, looked up at the man before her with a smile that, against the backdrop of the roses, became even more charming and radiant, "Arnold, when did you plant these?"
Arnold took a handkerchief and delicately wiped the dew off her fingertips before replying, "While you were sleeping."
Only then did Hannah remember her casual remark that morning, "The garden is too empty, and the expanse of green always seemed to have a bad omen."
It was this offhand comment that led Arnold to arrange for a vast quantity of roses to be delivered that day and planted in the yard.
What should have been a massive undertaking was completed in just a half-day under Arnold’s arrangement.
And he did it without Hannah having any idea.
"Does this count as a surprise?"
She looked at him with bright eyes, each blink a heartbeat.
Arnold pulled her into his embrace, leaning slightly to rest his head on her shoulder, "Doesn’t it?"
His warm breath tickled her face, and his voice carried a hint of fatigue laced with amusement.
All became quiet around them, and Hannah could even hear the strong heartbeat in the man’s chest.
She quietly looked at the vast expanse of fiery red flowers, chuckling softly, wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, and responded softly, "It counts, of course it counts."
The man, with his eyes closed, let a smile curve at his lips, relaxed his body, but instinctively tightened his hold.
His embrace was soft and pliant, like a cloud of sweetness.
She was his honey.
Once tasted, he would yearn for her for a lifetime.
*
Having been a gardener for half a day, Arnold exceptionally slept in late.
When he woke up, Hannah was sitting on the sofa, trying on her new high heels.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress today, with a strapless neckline that revealed her delicate clavicle and smooth skin. Her low ponytail and wispy bangs fell naturally as she bent over, perfectly accentuating her features.
Curled eyebrows, vibrant red lips, lazy and natural, impossible to look away from.
She had to bend over to put on her shoes and also needed to hold her chest, making it quite awkward.
"Let me do it," Arnold walked over.
No sooner had he spoken than he naturally squatted, reaching for the pair of stiletto heels Hannah had placed aside. He held her foot and placed it on his knee.
Feeling the smooth and delicate skin, he unconsciously tightened his grip.
