Chapter 1213: Chapter 1213: They All Write This Way
Hannah leaned against the car window, feeling the cool breeze from the storefront, mixed with rainwater, bringing waves of coolness to her face.
She squinted her eyes slightly, seemingly feeling the effects of the alcohol from before, her whole being appeared somewhat sluggish.
Arnold reached out, pulling her back to him.
The young girl, soft and weak, fell back against him, but it was only for a few seconds before she straightened up on her own, feeling around and leaning against the car window once more.
She let out a sigh of contentment, "So refreshing."
Arnold, patiently, pulled her back once again, "You’ll catch a cold if you keep on catching the wind."
This time, he directly embraced her in his arms, also restraining her hands and feet, like holding a large doll, his chin rubbing against the soft top of the girl’s head.
Hannah finally settled down.
She lay there languidly in the man’s embrace, looking out the car window at the drizzling rain.
Stained with a golden halo, like shortened strings of gold yarn, densely woven into a large net that enveloped the whole world.
The light was dazzling.
After a moment, Hannah withdrew her gaze and looked down at the man’s palm wrapped around her waist.
His fingers were long and well-defined, like carvings of cold jade, distant and detached.
Hannah reached out and covered it with her own palm.
It wasn’t cold, in fact, it was even warmer than the temperature of her palm.
The man’s lowered lashes fluttered, and he clasped the soft little hand, asking softly, "Cold?"
Hannah shook her head, found a more comfortable position, relaxed her neck, and leaned on Arnold’s chest, bringing up the conversation from the banquet earlier.
The talk with Oliver Taylor.
"Is the South City Project a trap?"
From this angle, she could not see Arnold’s face.
The man’s broad palm covered her eyes, then slowly moved down to her neck, his voice slightly hoarse, "No."
Arnold paused for a moment, lifted his hand, and his warm fingertips lightly touched the girl’s reddening earlobe, looking down at her with a profound gaze, "Are you thinking this is a trap I’ve set for George River?"
Hannah sat up, nodded, then shook her head, and finally conceded under Arnold’s gaze.
"For an instant, I did think that," she made a small gesture with her hands to prove it was really just an instant, and added by way of explanation, "But that’s because I admire you, thinking you’re capable enough to do something like that."
Arnold found it amusing, flicking her forehead gently, "As capable as I am, I wouldn’t create a project that everyone knows about just to set a trap."
Indeed, the South City Project was a good plan, but there were many potential problems that could arise during its execution.
These issues, if not handled well, could easily affect the later development and progress.
Old Sir River hesitated over and over because he knew he no longer had the energy to handle such a large project and was not confident in letting George River take it on alone.
As for Arnold not taking it, the reason was simple.
He was not optimistic about the South City Project; even if the project was ultimately successful, it wouldn’t contribute much to him personally.
However, he was now even more curious as to why his little fiancée would have such a thought.
Hannah, covering the forehead that had been flicked, hummed twice, feeling a bit embarrassed, and could only lean into Arnold’s ear, whispering softly, "That’s how it’s written in novels."
The domineering boss with a wave of his hand, lays out a web of traps waiting for rivals to fall in.
Then she calculated again and realized the South City Project fit exactly into what a domineering boss would dig.
