Chapter 1246: Chapter 1246 Sick
He asked her another question, "Do you need me to prepare some ginger soup for you? It might help dispel the cold."
The temperature had dropped too quickly today. When Hannah went out, she only casually wore a coat.
Although it was windproof, it wasn’t warm.
Hannah only felt tired, not cold, "No need, I’ll go rest in my room for a while. Just call me when dinner is ready."
After that, she went back to her room.
Dinner was prepared as usual.
By the time Hannah woke up again, it was already evening.
It seemed to have started raining outside again, and the room was dim, lit only by a small nightlight by the bed.
There was also a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.
The door of the room was ajar, and it seemed like there were people talking outside.
Shortly after, Arnold Simmons pushed the door open and immediately saw Hannah, who was sitting on the bed, lost in thought.
The lights in the room were already on.
Under the light, her small face was flushed red, and her neck and collarbone area also had a faint pink shade. Her eyes looked unfocused, veiling a layer of water mist.
Upon hearing the noise, Hannah finally reacted, looking at the man walking in and opening her arms to him.
Her voice was weak and hoarse, and very quiet, "Arnold Simmons."
Arnold Simmons pulled her into his embrace and placed his hand on her forehead.
It was still very hot to the touch.
His palm was cool, and Hannah instinctively rubbed against it, sending her scorching hot cheek toward him as well, squinting her eyes in enjoyment.
He softened his voice to coax her, "The doctor has already arrived, shall we let her in to take a look at you?"
Hannah didn’t respond but instead buried her head in his chest.
Using silence to express her stance.
She had only slept for less than two hours, and her body had already started to heat up; even through a layer of fabric, her skin felt hot to the touch.
Arnold Simmons was very patient in coaxing her.
His voice grew even more gentle and tender,
reminding the little girl in his arms that she needed to see a doctor and take medicine for her illness to get better.
The little girl was sick, even more spoiled and harder to coax than usual. She didn’t believe what he said and even tenderly retorted, "I’m not sick."
Arnold Simmons bowed his head to look at her and gently tousled her fuzzy head, going along with her words, "Okay, you’re not sick, so can we let the doctor in now?"
Hannah wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her whole body against him.
In a muffled voice, she asked him, "Will it involve an injection?"
Arnold Simmons paused, just as he was about to respond, he heard the little girl softly add, "You can’t lie to me."
Her voice was aggrieved, even carrying a hint of crying, as if she were about to cry at any moment.
Arnold Simmons wouldn’t lie to her.
He would only coax her.
So he stated very seriously, "No."
Hannah lifted her head to look at him, her eyes misty, the rims red as if she had already cried, "Are you being honest?"
She sniffled, her lips a shade brighter than before, like a ripened fruit.
It seemed she was really confused by the fever.
Arnold Simmons sighed and gently kissed her hot cheek, tenderly saying, "Yes, honestly. If you really need an injection..."
"Then you’ll get one with me," she interrupted him. After speaking, she saw Arnold Simmons nod without hesitation, which made her somewhat embarrassed.
She touched her nose, looked down, and spoke softly, "Never mind, I know you’re being kind to me... I like it when people are kind to me."
At the last sentence, there was an unmistakable joy in her voice.
She liked watching the stars, flying kites, and walking barefoot on the grass.
