Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: Praise a Little More
——There was no proposal at the concert, what were you thinking? They’re already engaged, the next step is probably going straight to the wedding.
——Boss Simmons didn’t go on stage, but someone said they saw Boss Simmons hug Hannah when they were leaving. It’s just too bad the lighting was too dim, the photos didn’t come out clear.
——Is there really no next show? I’m not saying to hold it immediately, but even if it’s three years later, I would still be willing to wait. Next time, please do a concert with a hundred thousand people, sixty thousand is just not enough!
——I saw on social media that Louis Snyder and Jackie Qualls also went to the concert, is that true?
——I don’t know about Louis Snyder, but two sisters in our group said that they ran into Jackie Qualls at the entrance and even got his autograph and a picture with him. Too bad they forgot to ask if he came for the concert.
——Could he have come for Hannah?
——Let’s not bring up past matters, aren’t you worried that Boss Simmons will get jealous if he sees this?
Jackie Qualls was the first person in the entertainment industry to openly express his liking for Hannah.
After he retired, naturally, the attention he received online dropped.
Now, seeing his name linked with Hannah again gives one a sense of passing time.
There were even sighs of "Has the movie star still not let go?"
But that was just a sigh.
Nobody brought up the past deliberately, the majority of the talk was about tonight’s concert.
Hannah was nestled on the sofa, scrolling through comments on her phone.
Arnold Simmons came over, sat next to her, still carrying the moisture from the bathroom, wearing only loose and comfortable pajamas.
Hannah hesitated for only a second before putting her phone down.
She leaned her body sideways, snuggling into his embrace, her clear eyes filled with laughter, "Arnold, did I look good on stage today?"
Arnold looked down at her, his features under the light taking on a warm and gentle air.
He reached out his hand, gently touching her soft cheek, "You looked beautiful."
His fingertips were warm, all the heat emanating from her cheek.
Soft and white, delicate.
He remembered how she looked on stage tonight.
Like a fiery red rose blooming in the sun, passionate and bold, beauty at its extreme.
A sky full of light poured onto her alone.
And now, that light fell into his arms alone.
"Arnold," she called him again, her eyes brimming with laughter like the stars crushed tonight, her voice soft and excited, "say more nice things about me."
The desire was written clear in her sparkling black eyes.
Pure and lucid, irresistible.
Arnold softly stroked her soft hair, pondered for a moment, and seriously said: "Very beautiful, so beautiful it’s hard to look away."
Hannah held back her laughter, clutching his clothing, resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzled gently, blinking her eyes, in a sweet, soft voice she cooed, "Hard for whom to look away?"
She tilted her head, her hair, just dried, still slightly messy, her eyes curving into a smile, radiant.
Softer and more obedient than a big, fluffy toy.
Arnold’s eyes brightened with amusement, he pinched her little hand and said word by word: "Hard for me to look away."
Not for a single second could he look away.
He longed to hold her in his arms forever.
Sweetness infiltrated straight to the heart, and even the space between breaths heated up.
He was so close that Hannah only needed to lift her head to clearly see his deep eyes reflecting her face.
Like an especially bright full moon in the night sky.
Exceptionally beautiful.
She smiled, nuzzled closer, straightened up, leaned forward, and asked him softly, "Then, would you like to kiss me?"
The tender words flowed softly from her red lips.
