Chapter 1097: Chapter 1097: Peace of Mind
Hannah tilted her head, thought earnestly for a moment, and then her smile brightened, "Beauty that sinks fish and entices birds, and shyness that outshines the moon and flowers."
Just eight characters, the most commonly used by fans.
Arnold repeated them, but Hannah wasn’t satisfied and hugged him, making him say them a second, and then a third time.
After reciting them countless times, Arnold patiently repeated the words, holding the girl in his arms, listening to her delightful laughter right by his ear.
He was particularly easy to please.
When she had heard enough, Hannah then sat up in his arms and answered his earlier question, "I sent your nephew’s ex-girlfriend to the police station."
Arnold remembered the report his subordinate had brought him today.
The previously calm heart started to feel the same unease as before.
He should have been by her side.
The serenity that followed the commotion always made one’s heart particularly anxious.
A shadow spread across the depth of his eyes, inch by inch, as if to drown the madness and restlessness at his heart.
In the room, only the sound of their breathing, and he was silent for a long time.
Hannah lowered her head and placed one of her hands into his palm.
The warmth from the palm spread, soothing the turmoil in his chest.
She knew he was scared, so she didn’t hide anything and laid it all out.
"She had a knife and threatened to kill me, looking so fierce and evil. I was really scared then..."
As she spoke, she seemed truly frightened, her eyes blinked, and tears fell.
Like a gentle, drizzling rain that beads up on the soft white petals, a thin hue of pink that stirred one’s heart with pity.
Arnold reached out, wiping her tears from the corner of her eyes one by one, his fingertips warm and damp. He leaned down to kiss her reddened eyes and whispered softly, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
When he spoke, his voice had an imperceptible tremble.
In truth, he was the one who was really scared.
It’s just that his clever girl was pretending to cry to console him and calm his heart.
Hannah lowered her head onto his chest, tightly clutching his clothes, her face flushed and her eyes red, unable to stop her tears once they started falling.
As soon as a tear touched her eyelashes, it fell, dampening the cloth on his chest, the warm droplets almost scalding the heart.
"Arnold."
She called his name tenderly and softly, her muffled voice still hoarse.
Arnold stroked her soft hair over and over, sniffed the fragrance from her neck, his body and spirit calmed, "Mmm."
Exhausted from crying, she leaned on his shoulder, staring blankly at the pristine walls, her gaze somewhat vacant.
A moment later, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered gently, and the last tear fell.
Hearing no sound, Arnold carefully laid her down on the bed.
With her eyes closed, she was probably uncomfortable from having cried for so long; her mouth was not completely closed, and she breathed shallowly.
Moonlight poured in through the window, and Arnold simply watched quietly.
He reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes, bent down to kiss her forehead gently, and pulled her into his embrace.
In the deep of the night, a fine rain began to fall outside the window.
It started as a light sprinkle, but soon grew heavier and heavier until it drowned out all the noise in the world, leaving only the sound of the rain.
Hannah opened her eyes, and by the dim light shining through the window, she saw the smooth lines of Arnold’s jaw. Higher up was his slightly pursed lips, which should have been pale but now seemed touched with a faint blush, alluring in the light.
Such exquisite beauty blurred the lines of gender.
She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes, and her slender fingers slowly twined around his wrist.
