Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214: It Must Be With Me
Arnold Simmons reached out to remove Hannah’s hand from her forehead, tenderly massaging the area that wasn’t even in pain, and asked seriously, "Do I really resemble the male protagonists in those novels you read?"
After carefully pondering, Hannah leaned forward willingly, pressing her face into the warm palm of his hand, her voice gentle and drawn out, "Not really, in someone else’s book you would at most be a villain, only in my book are you the male lead."
Opening her eyes to look at him, her brows and eyes carried a hint of playful arrogance, as if urging Arnold Simmons to thank her.
To thank her for making him the male lead.
A smile danced in Arnold’s eyes as he lifted his hand to pinch the slightly puffed cheeks of the girl in his arms, "So it seems that if this male lead were to leave this female lead, he would turn into a villain?"
Hannah nodded, lifting her head with full-blown coyness, "Of course."
What she said was indeed the truth.
The smug look on the young girl’s face made Arnold feel a ticklish sensation in his heart, a tingling that spread throughout his body.
He was happy to follow her lead, "It looks like I’ll have to stick close to you for life, lest I end up with the fate of a villain."
"Mhm, I allow you to follow me," Hannah hummed lightly, lifting her gaze to meet a pair of jet-black pupils, shimmering with mirth, like the deep blue sea at night.
Beautiful and tender.
Nothing like the gloomy and cold description in the original plot.
Her gaze moved downward, landing on Arnold’s slightly pursed lips.
The color was faint, softening the intensity of the beauty brought by his chiseled features.
After a moment’s thought, she said, "Arnold, lower your head."
Her voice was soft and sticky, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Suppressing the smile on his lips, Arnold didn’t ask any questions and did as he was told.
Not until his thin lips were only inches away from her own did Hannah lift her head and kiss him.
It wasn’t a brief peck.
It was as soft as petals, something to savor painstakingly.
*
Outside the window, the drizzling rain paused, whisking up a cool breeze, and the night became denser, like ink spilled by accident.
The wind grew stronger that night, toppling over several billboards along the roadside, and the decorative neon lights flickered a few times before extinguishing entirely.
Only the dim streetlights on the side of the road persisted, casting a wash of light and shadow.
River Clan, top floor.
George River was already exhausted from several consecutive days of work, but he couldn’t stop.
He couldn’t.
The long-planned endeavors could not just be abandoned.
From the moment he was born, George River’s life was destined to be one of imperial arrogance.
All of it—power, status, money—things most people couldn’t obtain in a lifetime were within his easy reach.
Even from his school days, he was an outstanding figure among his peers of the same social class.
Whether it was Arnold Simmons or Jimmy Simmons, he could still firmly stand on their shoulders, rightfully receiving everyone’s envious glances.
Of course, he too had harbored rebellious thoughts, befriending Jimmy Simmons and falling in love with Tiffany Lynch as a form of rebellion against his grandfather’s strict control.
Perhaps someone like him, who had so much, was more likely to have a secret desire to lose something.
Whether it’s money or a cherished love.
He was confident that even if he lost them, he could one day take them back with his own abilities.
Just like with Tiffany Lynch.
Even though five years had passed between them, he still firmly believed that Tiffany Lynch would return to his side.
