Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: Lots and Lots of Love
Arnold Simmons paused and chuckled softly. "I admit I was saying one thing and feeling another."
Hannah didn’t make a sound, looking down at their entwined hands, her fingertips lightly moved, brushing over the palm of his hand like an accidental touch, as she softly murmured a sentence, "So, when I flirted with you in the past, your lack of response wasn’t because my charm wasn’t enough, right?"
Arnold said, "Right."
Every time he saw her, a fire would ignite in his heart, and her flirtations felt like pouring a bottle of oil onto the flames.
It made his whole body uncomfortable.
The restraint he had practiced for the first twenty-six years of his life was ultimately all expended on her.
Yet even so, he found himself defenseless in front of her.
Hannah, delighted by his confession, gently swayed her slender legs, "No wonder, because of you I even doubted myself for a long time. My charm is truly irresistible; so many people like me."
Arnold hugged her, gently rubbing her face, "Hmm, many people do like you, but none as much as I do."
She had just cried, and the twin flushes on her face had not yet subsided, carrying a slightly heightened warmth, tender and delicate.
Hannah leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, her face bright and radiant with a smile, and even her words carried the cheerfulness of sunlight.
She said, "Arnold, you have to like me forever, okay?"
Her tone was as innocent as a child’s.
Arnold said, "Okay."
In this world, no one could love her more than he did.
She smiled again, leaning closer, and whispered in his ear, "Arnold, I like you too."
This was the first time she had earnestly expressed her affection.
The night was deep, and the moonlight outside the window bathed the entire rose garden, impartially dressing each rose in a sheer, thin veil.
It looked like white frost on the ground, a tranquil beauty.
The vines intertwined, magnificent and stunning.
A long time ago, Hannah’s favorite place was the Imperial Royal Family’s library.
It housed millions of paper books, the oldest of which dated back billions of years.
She remembered reading a sentence in one of those books:
—— "I want a lot and lots of love; if not love, then a lot and lots of money."
But at that time, she had neither love nor money.
She didn’t understand what love meant; all she could see were her mother’s delirious actions for love, living in a muddled haze, still preoccupied with her faithless father even until the end.
Her mother didn’t wait for him, so she sent her daughter to find him.
To find him, what for?
Such a man had betrayed his family, his planet, destroyed their homeland.
Oh, her mother had told her that.
"My daughter, I have given all my love to your father in this lifetime, not even a little left for you. Go find your father; he will give you the love you seek."
How foolish.
Truly.
Her father would not give her love, only use her, calculate, and bring death.
"I am your father, the one you swore to serve and protect. To die for me is your honor, my daughter," he had said aloofly, coldly announcing her fate.
The pledges forced on her by her mother ultimately became the shackles that bound her.
No one would blame that man because he was her father, the one who gave her life,
In the annals of the interstellar royal family, the description of the third commander was brief.
They recorded her as having betrayed the royal family, the oath, and said she deserved death.
There were plenty of insults and slanders written, and nothing else was mentioned.
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"I want a lot and lots of love; if not love, then a lot and lots of money." is from the book "Happy Times" by Yi Shu.
