Chapter 1238: Chapter 1238: Prefer
As autumn arrived, the roses in the garden were still a fiery red, forming a painting-like view under the starry sky when seen from a distance.
After having the midnight snack prepared by the housekeeper, Hannah went up to the rooftop alone again.
The weather was lovely tonight, and by simply looking up, one could see the sky accompanied by stars and the moon, the stars twinkling as if someone had accidentally spilled the Milky Way, scattering a handful of shattered light.
In the distance, the night breeze brushed over the treetops, dispersing the clouds.
When Arnold Simmons arrived, Hannah was half-reclining on the sofa, supporting her head as she admired the nightscape, with snacks and drinks on the glass table.
He walked over and sat down beside her.
He had changed into casual, comfortable clothing, shedding the restrained elite aura he had while wearing a suit in the car earlier.
The clothing was chosen by Arnold Simmons himself, with only one standard in mind: to look young.
The final appearance indeed reflected just that.
His demeanor was relaxed and laid-back, his black hair slightly messy, his features handsome. Along with his casual outfit, he didn’t look like a mogul who had emerged from a battleground of power but rather like a student sneaking out of college classes for a date.
Neither of them spoke, and Arnold Simmons first glanced down at Hannah.
Seeing her looking only at the night sky, he suddenly felt stifled.
He thought his actions today were somewhat childish, whether it was the question he had asked or the clothes he had specially changed into.
Like a peacock in a zoo, flaunting its feathers to showcase its charm.
Hannah sat up, quietly moved closer, and playfully pushed Arnold Simmons’ arm, chuckling, "Is it Mr. Simmons at eighteen or Mr. Simmons at twenty-seven?
The girl’s sweet, soft, and charming voice rang in his ears. Arnold Simmons paused for a moment, then turned to look at her.
After a brief pause, he averted his gaze back and then looked down at her gently swaying feet, deliberately changing the subject, "Aren’t you cold wearing so little?"
She wrapped her arms around his arm, looked up at him, and smilingly said, "Not cold at all. Mr. Simmons at eighteen is as passionate as fire, how could I be cold?"
The topic circled back, striking Arnold Simmons’ heart.
The girl tilted her head back, her eyes clear and moist, brimming with laughter, capricious yet wilful.
Arnold Simmons raised his hand, gently pinched her soft, pale cheek, leaned in close, and tossed the question back to her, "Between eighteen and twenty-seven, which one do you like more?"
There was a trap laid in the question.
It mentioned age but not the person.
Hannah pretended not to understand, her bright black eyes blinking as she met his deep gaze.
She felt a bit shy, lowered her gaze, and her cheeks flushed a tender red, looking delicate and pitiable.
Her voice too was tenderly mellow, "Of course I like more ..."
Arnold Simmons once again tasted the excruciating flavor of anticipation in his girl.
It was like having a long-time secret crush, finally mustering up the courage to confess, his heart offered up, waiting for the final "verdict".
"I like more ..."
This voice that he adored so much usually, now grated on his nerves.
"Arnold Simmons, may I not answer?"
Before he received an answer, instead, he saw her eyes veiling in mist.
No tears, just her pouty red lips looking aggrieved and a bit confounded, along with a touch of conflict.
Arnold Simmons felt a sinking feeling, his eyes momentarily dimming.
He should have known earlier, his girl loved his face the most, which meant that now...
Though his heart ached slightly, Arnold Simmons still smiled, comforting the girl in his arms, casually saying, "If you don’t want to answer, then don’t."
