Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190: Dedicate a Lifetime to Do It
"It’s okay, it’s okay," the man’s voice carried an almost imperceptible tremble, "Hannah, I will wait for you."
Even if it meant waiting a lifetime.
He wasn’t greedy; as long as she was by his side, that was enough.
"I’m sorry," the girl’s delicate voice tinged with a cry.
Arnold gently cradled her cheeks, coaxing in a low voice, "Open your eyes and look at me, will you?"
Even as he clenched his teeth, he couldn’t stop himself from shaking.
The vulnerabilities that had never been shown in front of others were all laid bare at that moment.
Hannah opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, but she could still see the earnestness and focus in the man’s eyes.
He said, "You never have to feel sorry, I love you, and it is something I do willingly and want to do for the rest of my life."
She smiled in the palm of his hand, like a flower drenched in rainwater, "A lifetime?"
Arnold nodded, "A lifetime."
Hannah lowered her lashes, the smile at the corner of her mouth slowly fading.
After a moment, she raised her eyes again, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around Arnold’s neck, pressing a deep kiss onto his lips, "Arnold, I like you, very much, and this fondness... aside from you, no one else has ever been granted it."
Once, she had tried to give her love to her mother, but her mother said she didn’t need it, she only needed her father’s love.
Her father didn’t need her love, either; he only needed her loyalty.
He said that for a weapon of the utmost sharpness, love was a weakness, a burden, the most repugnant existence.
And so, all she had left was like.
Arnold steadied her head, and as she was about to pull away, he lowered his head and planted another kiss.
Like a loyal knight, his voice muffled and tinged with laughter, "I am honored to have your ’very much’."
Outside, the rain grew heavier, washing away the moon and stars, yet it could not extinguish the myriad lights of the world, nor... the warm atmosphere inside.
*
The day Hannah returned home, the airport was crowded to the point of bursting.
Most of those present were reporters and paparazzi, along with some internet celebrities looking to catch some heat.
There were very few fans to be seen.
Hannah’s fans knew well that she didn’t like them coming to the airport or supporting her in person—her reasoning was also quite straightforward.
Because it could have a bad impact, even leading to stampedes.
So it was better to avoid such things if possible, best not to partake at all.
While fans could be controlled, reporters and paparazzi were not within the realm of control.
Especially those who were live-streaming; they were dead set on muscling their way in.
Hannah took the VIP exit, but the pack of paparazzi still clung on stubbornly, blocking the way out.
"Miss Winter, Miss Winter, you and Mr. Simmons have announced your engagement news. When do you plan to hold the wedding banquet?"
"Miss Winter, have both of your families met each other? How do the Simmons Family feel about you, do they welcome you?"
"Miss Winter, there are rumors that you and Arnold are marrying because of pregnancy, and that there had been cracks in your relationship for a long time. Is this true?"
"False."
A deep, cool male voice came through.
Arnold extended his hand to block the microphone that was almost in Hannah’s face, his handsome face devoid of any superfluous expression.
The gossip-hungry, sharply questioning paparazzi deflated instantly at the sight of Arnold.
They hadn’t noticed him in the crowd before, but now everyone realized that Arnold had been following right behind Hannah, even carrying her suitcase.
The man, who had held high positions for many years, had long since developed a demeanor that remained unflustered under any circumstances.
Even now, faced with the reporters’ targeted and trap-laden questions.
