Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: True Love in the Human World
"You couldn’t possibly have some special kink and that’s why you can’t stand to see me being affectionate with your uncle, could you?"
She spoke with a hint of an elder’s tone.
Just like before, she did it on purpose to annoy him.
Jimmy Simmons knew that, so he never took his eyes off her face as he responded, "What if I said yes?"
Of course, he couldn’t bear to see Arnold Simmons happy.
The death of his parents and the usurping of the Simmons Clan’s properties, he had dumped all his hatred on Arnold Simmons, wishing him well would be strange.
Even if he took back everything that belonged to him, this hatred could not be extinguished.
Unless he had one more Hannah.
Hannah wasn’t surprised, only looking at him with amusement, "Lacking love, or lacking care?"
The light couldn’t match the brilliance of her eyes.
Jimmy Simmons fixed his gaze on Hannah’s eyes, "Lacking love."
Hannah casually met his gaze, touched her cheek with her fingertip, and seriously asked him, "Jimmy Simmons, were you ever beaten as a child?"
Jimmy Simmons paused, not understanding why Hannah would ask that, but he still honestly answered, "No one dared to hit me, I was the one hitting others."
Hannah turned her gaze away, looking at her black dress and murmured, "That explains it. It’s not lack of love, but a need for discipline."
She spoke very softly.
But in the empty foyer, this volume was still incredibly noticeable.
Jimmy Simmons couldn’t tell if she meant for him to hear, or it was just an accident.
His gaze returned to Hannah, following her lowered gaze to her slender fingers, white and delicate but marred by an unsightly diamond ring.
It was the engagement ring from her engagement with Arnold Simmons.
Arnold Simmons had bought the diamond two years ago at an international auction for the highest price.
Back then, everyone thought Arnold Simmons was just impulsive, but now it seems that he had been planning all this two years before.
He felt even less reconciled.
Hannah was the first to dare say he needed a beating to his face.
So he purposely countered, "I’m lacking love, but not a beating."
Hannah nodded and gestured for him to continue.
Jimmy Simmons didn’t immediately speak, but rose and sat down beside Hannah, suddenly closing the distance between them, his smile revealing a lazy earnestness, "When I was young, I was foolish and craved love and attention. You’re kind of like an elder to me now, right?"
Hannah leaned on the armrest of the chair, maintaining a distance, and looked up at him, "So what?"
Seeing Hannah’s distancing maneuver, Jimmy Simmons didn’t care and spoke in a careless yet serious manner, "Why don’t you pay more attention to me from now on, let me feel what true love is?"
She wore a cinched waist dress today, leaning on the sofa, her waist remained slender, enough to grasp.
"Jimmy Simmons, if you want to experience true love, you should try being a beggar. I guarantee you’ll weep bitterly from being moved."
Her words stunned Jimmy Simmons for a moment, but his gaze stayed fixed on Hannah’s face.
She looked very pretty when she smiled.
Lively and vibrant.
If it wasn’t for their social standings, he really didn’t know what he would do right now.
Jimmy Simmons felt agitated, the thoughts he had suppressed rose and fell.
He suddenly stood up and walked over to Hannah.
The cold white light cast on the man’s figure almost enveloped Hannah completely in the shadow.
Even with a distance between them, it was a very aggressive move.
"Hannah Winter."
Jimmy Simmons suddenly called her name.
No longer the insincere "little auntie."
