Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249: Feeling Relieved
Arnold Simmons smiled, lowering his head to press against her warm cheek, "I’m just worried that one day you won’t want me."
She wrapped her arms around him, patting his back as if comforting a child, "That won’t happen, you belong to me, how could I ever not want you."
Arnold closed his eyes, gently leaning on the girl’s frail shoulders, slightly tightening his grip, "You should remember what you’ve said."
I belong to you.
You can never stop wanting me.
"Of course," she nodded, caressing Arnold’s head and whispering in his ear, "Arnold, it’s really just a common cold."
"Mm."
His voice was low, slightly husky.
Hannah opened her eyes, looking at an oil painting hanging on the distant wall.
A casual painting of roses blooming under the sunlight.
Full of life and vigor.
Just like... it had reached the most beautiful moment of the entire blooming season.
After pausing her gaze for a few seconds, Hannah closed her eyes, comfortably nestling in Arnold’s embrace.
Feeling utterly secure.
After several rainy days, today was finally sunny.
The private hospital was not in the city center. On the contrary, it was quite remote, very close to the suburban villa area.
Most who choose private hospitals are either very wealthy or need certain privacy.
Arnold and Hannah arrived in the morning, and by the time they left the hospital, it was noon.
It was the brightest time for the sun.
Hannah stood at the hospital entrance, wearing a hat and wrapped in a loose down jacket adorned with a circle of white fur, making her appear soft and petite.
Arnold took a mask out of his pocket and bent down to put it on her.
Their figures just overlapped together, from afar only a man’s waist could be seen tightly embraced by two slender arms.
The mask had just been put on, and while Arnold hadn’t stepped back yet, Hannah suddenly stretched out her arms and embraced him tightly.
Her exposed eyes were bright and clear, clearly smiling.
"Arnold," she called sweetly, her eyes curling, "you smell really nice."
It was faint, somewhat like the flowing spring water in winter, crisp and cool.
But unexpectedly pleasant.
Arnold chuckled softly, catching her fidgeting hands and leading her forward, "It’s time to go home."
"Do I have to take medicine at home?"
She leaned on his arm, looking up at the sunlight falling on the leaves.
The golden light gilded the leaves with a fine golden edge.
The air carried the cold moisture of the wind and the warmth of the sun.
He said, "Yes."
Expecting this answer, but still holding onto a sliver of hope, Hannah asked, "Pills or liquid medicine?"
Pills are not bitter if not chewed, but liquid medicine is bitter whether you sip it or not.
Even if sweetened, it still has a medicinal taste.
Hannah did not like it much, as she had already been taking it for a week.
Arnold reached out to open the car door, "Both."
Hannah muttered an unhappy "Oh," instantly wilting like frost-bitten eggplant, or a cat who broke its toy.
Just as she was about to get into the car, a piece of candy was stuffed into her hand.
She looked at it; it was orange flavored.
Arnold asked her, "Are you a little happier now?"
Hannah tried to suppress the smile tugging at her lips, clutching the candy in her palm.
The candy wrapper made a soft sound; she feigned calmness, "A little bit."
Then she received a second piece of candy.
