Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189: Her Love Is Scarce
——Based on the good looks of these two, I’ve got to ask, does Boss Simmons have any plans to debut?
——The romance between the lady and Boss Simmons has me doubting if I’m actually living in a novel world, I’m totally captivated!
In the spacious room, the bright lights went out.
Only a sliver of cool moonlight remained.
The moonlight was pure and bright, casting onto the girl’s shoulder, as if draping a layer of soft gauze, resulting in a hazy, intoxicating charm.
The expensive red dress was carelessly tossed aside, conveniently covering the constantly lighting-up mobile phone screen.
Outside the massive French window, moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire city; the lights twinkled like a dance of stars, almost giving the illusion of stepping into void and falling.
The girl’s delicate fingers pressed against the clear glass window, turning pale at the tips from the pressure, as though she had captured the entire starry sky.
"Arnold..."
A soft and tender voice, wrapped in a sweet syrup, fell into a serene lake.
In the darkness, the response to her was a man’s large hand covering hers, interlocking fingers as if embracing her hand.
A faint warm breath on the ear, cool lips pressing against her earlobe, the man’s voice deep and husky, "What kind of wedding do you want?"
Hannah bit her lip to suppress the exclamation that almost reached her mouth, a faint mist clouding her beautiful eyes, blurring the neon lights shimmering outside the window.
"What wedding."
The girl’s voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of languor.
Arnold’s arm that was draped over her waist tightened, his eyes darkened like the night sky, fingers slowly caressing the diamond ring on her finger, "Our wedding."
He was like the finest hunter in the night, facing his beloved prey; even though he was eager to take it back to his den, he still slowed down his pace.
Pursuit, courtship, engagement, marriage.
Now, only the last step remained.
He wanted to legally add Hannah’s name in front of his title.
Mr. Simmons.
Hannah’s Mr. Simmons.
In the darkness, the temperature suddenly rose.
The cold glass at the palm warmed up, gradually forming a thin layer of condensation, which then evaporated, bringing a chill with it.
Hannah closed her eyes, and a tear seeped from the corner of her eye due to the emotion, her red lips tightly pressed, turning pale.
When she was young, her mother would hold her in her arms and slowly narrate the details of her love with her father.
How wonderful they were, how loving, and how they made promises of eternity.
She once believed it all without a doubt.
Everyone told her that she was the most cherished little princess on this land, the perfect testament of her parents’ beautiful love.
She used to sit on her father’s shoulders and watch the meteors streak across the sky; she had also been nestled in her mother’s arms, caressing the soft grass.
Running towards the distance, occasionally glancing back, she would always see her parents sweetly gazing and embracing each other.
But it was all a lie.
All of it.
Her father betrayed their family, destroying their home.
And her mother’s love for her father became a lifelong shackle for her.
Since then, all the world’s suffering and pain poured upon her.
She wasn’t without love, but after enduring all the hardships alone, she hid that scant love away.
Perhaps if she met someone she liked, she might share a bit.
A very small bit.
She gave it to Arnold.
Even though she knew, it still wasn’t enough.
But she couldn’t give any more...
It started to drizzle outside the window, tears clung to her long eyelashes, falling onto the man’s hand.
Burning to this extent.
Arnold held the person in his arms tightly, with a gentle move turned her around, and leaned in to press his forehead against her cheek.
