Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096: Today’s Events
"We already have evidence of your crime in our hands," the interrogator advised. "It’s better for you to cooperate with us sooner rather than later."
"Evidence?" Tiffany Lynch looked up. "It was Hannah Winter who gave it to you, right? She knew it all along. She knows everything. She did it on purpose. She just wants to see me utterly defeated and she’ll be happy. It’s her revenge! Revenge!"
As she spoke, her eyes widened, and she seemed ready to pounce, but she was quickly restrained by the people beside her.
Tiffany continued to mumble to herself, touching her face and laughing foolishly, "It’s revenge. She’s jealous of me, jealous that I’m prettier than her, jealous of this face of mine..."
The officers in charge of the interrogation exchanged looks and shook their heads.
*
The police had barely left the hotel room when Arnold Simmons received the news and rushed over.
Among the crowd, he immediately spotted that slender figure, and ignoring the surprised looks of those around him, he rushed forward and embraced her.
A few seconds later, he released her and scrutinized her with urgency, "Are you hurt? Are you?"
The man was panting, his eyes filled with unprecedented nervousness and panic. His normally harsh tone fell softly, brimming with tenderness.
Hannah was taken aback, then displayed a smile and looked at the few people beside her.
The others naturally understood the situation and said their goodbyes before leaving.
The room quieted down, and the last person didn’t forget to close the door behind them.
As soon as they were gone, Hannah immediately put on a pitiful expression, pouting and extending her hand towards Arnold, pleading softly, "It’s hurt."
Arnold immediately frowned, "Where’s the injury?"
Hannah extended her hand further. On the back of her pale hand was a stark red mark, as if carelessly brushed with rouge.
This wound... would likely be invisible if it had been much later.
Arnold fell silent for a moment before taking the soft hand she offered to him.
Held in his palm, it felt soft and boneless.
He asked her, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Hannah nodded, tilting her small face towards him and leaning closer with a look of utter grievance, "It didn’t hurt at first, but it started hurting a lot once you arrived."
Her eyes fluttered, quickly misting over, ready to spill tears at any moment.
Arnold wrapped one arm around her waist and the other against her forehead, pushing her slightly away. Seeing her increasingly wistful eyes, he pulled her into his embrace, "You’re lying again."
"I’m not lying," Hannah responded with disappointment, rubbing her nose in the palm of his hand, "It really hurts a lot. Don’t you believe me?"
She lifted her face, those misty eyes looking up at him, cheeks flushed, leaving Arnold defenseless.
He could only lower his head and ask her, "Then what can be done to stop the pain?"
Hannah pursed her lips and thought hard for a moment, her eyes lighting up, "If you compliment me, it won’t hurt anymore."
Arnold stared at her for a moment before squeezing her delicate hand and smiling, "You’re still so easy to please."
Hannah withdrew her hand to cradle his face, standing up to close the distance, staring into his eyes. Her lips parted and then came a soft, coy utterance, "How can you say I’m easy to please? I just like it when people compliment me. Don’t you already know that?"
She bit her lip and began to smile shyly, her downturned eyes sparkling with anticipation for the praise from the man before her.
Arnold steadied her waist with his hand and diverted the conversation amidst her expectant gaze, "What exactly happened today?"
Hannah didn’t answer him, pulling back her hand, "You haven’t complimented me yet."
Arnold pinched her puffed cheeks playfully, "What do you want me to compliment you on?"
