Chapter 1136: Chapter 1136: It’s a Treasure
And her unease was far greater than his.
Arnold Simmons didn’t know what Hannah had been through in the past, but he knew that she needed a lot, a lot of love, and he would give it to her.
And only he could give it to her.
Arnold Simmons started to ask about something, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"
Hannah nodded, "I remember, at the banquet, I went to toast you."
Arnold Simmons shook his head, "No, a little further back."
Hannah looked at him intently, trying to recall events from two years ago.
At that banquet, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Arnold Simmons sitting on the couch.
She liked his arrogance, the way he remained indifferent to the compliments and flirtations of everyone around him. He was like a valley blanketed in darkness, where clouds bore down and the wind would scatter them, revealing the cold, clear moon.
In ancient books collected by imperial interstellar families, there were mentions of Blue Star’s moon, solitary, aloof, beautiful.
That was what she had been thinking at the time.
She didn’t want to harm scumbags anymore, she just wanted to wreck his heart.
"I remember, as soon as I walked in I saw you, but you didn’t see me."
As she spoke, she felt inexplicably aggrieved.
"No, I did see you," Arnold Simmons pushed her sweat-damp hair back behind her ears, feeling again that initial desire to possess her exclusively, "I knew you were looking at me, but you didn’t know, I was looking at you too."
He caught her small hand and squeezed it gently in his palm, then lowered his head to look at the person nestling in his arms.
Hannah, tugging at her tear-drenched clothes, lifted her head to meet Arnold Simmons’s gaze and earnestly said, "So, you’ve liked me for a long time, right?"
Arnold Simmons didn’t deny it, admitting honestly, "Yes, I’ve liked you for a long time."
Hannah asked him, "Before I did?"
He laughed, "Yes, before you did."
Even now, recalling it, he could still sense such complex emotions.
Back then, he didn’t know whether that feeling was love, only that he would feel inexplicably agitated upon learning about her emotional entanglement with George River.
Seeing her come to him for resources for the sake of another man, he just wanted to laugh.
A mocking laugh.
He gave her his contact information and address, not to shame her, but thinking of giving himself another chance.
If she really did come to him, perhaps the little interest he had left would vanish completely.
But in the end, the truth proved that he hadn’t misjudged her.
His girl was indeed a treasure.
Two years ago, when it came to Hannah, whether it was George River or Louis Snyder, they would only consider her as someone naive about love, introverted, timid, easy to deceive. You could even easily win ten-fold her devotion with just a pretense of affection.
She "sustained" George River with her love and accommodation, and "sustained" Louis Snyder with her money and care.
She gave everything of herself without reserve, like a wildflower growing in a neglected land, uncared for, unappreciated; and once its blooming period was over, death was all that awaited it.
But those people did not understand her; only Arnold Simmons saw the vibrant and showy rose hiding beneath that wildflower.
She grew unrestrained, as if in a realm of her own, unaffected by the joys and sorrows of others, by the mundane world.
Arnold Simmons loved this rose, loved her so much that he was willing to sustain her with his life, only hoping she would bloom within his heart.
"It was I who liked you first, and I who was unscrupulous in wanting to get close to you, as for those words..."
