Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Don’t Want to Try Anymore
He sat by her bedside, his tone still somewhat cold, but his facial expression was becoming softer. "My bird acts high and mighty in front of me, but gets bullied by others. Don’t you think I should be angry?"
He looked at the young girl before him, reaching out to gently stroke her head, his gaze deep and focused, like an undercurrent stirring.
He knew what the young girl had experienced before, and her heart might be more sensitive than anyone else’s.
He was not George River, he would not waste any effort on people he didn’t like, nor would he play boring contract games.
Since he had promised to be her patron, he was serious about it.
He would protect her, not toy with her.
Hannah sniffled, seeming about to cry again, and then lunged straight into the man’s arms.
She held him tightly, nestling her entire being into the man’s embrace, like a small animal seeking comfort.
Arnold Simmons held her, his brows relaxing, worried that she was cold, he pulled the comforter around her.
"I’m sorry."
A soft voice came from beside his ear, sounding somewhat muddled with a crying tone.
Arnold Simmons froze, the next second he heard the young girl mumble again, "I’m sorry, I won’t do it again."
She cried for a while in the man’s arms, her tears fell on his clothes as she confided in him about the grievances she had suffered.
Just like an old-time empress whispering into the emperor’s ear.
She had none of the restraint she showed in front of her patron.
Who tripped her, who was against her, who wanted to replace her C-position, she told him everything.
After speaking, she continued to wipe away her tears, pushing Arnold Simmons away and said, "Mr. Simmons, actually, I understand, it’s my own fault to be bullied as a nobody like me. I don’t ask for much, I don’t mean to trouble you. It’s okay if you don’t help me, really."
Her shoulders trembled, her eyes were misty, but her pair of black pupils were exceptionally bright, filled with craftiness.
Arnold Simmons reached out, his fingers tracing from her cheek to her chin, his tone low. He broke through her act, "Playing the innocent doesn’t suit you."
His young girl was ambitious, although she would occasionally do something stupid, she would definitely not play such evasive games.
This was what he had seen when she first deliberately approached him.
Even though her act was exposed, Hannah didn’t get angry. Instead, she threw herself back into Arnold Simmons’ arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him.
Her voice sweetly cooed, "Mr. Simmons, I don’t want to try anymore, you help me."
Arnold Simmons raised an eyebrow, reaching out to flick her smooth forehead, "Are you done being stupid now?"
Hannah covered her head, nuzzled against the man’s neck and said, "Everyone is taking shortcuts to bully me, Mr. Simmons. You must avenge me, it would be best if you could hang them all on the city gate for three days and nights."
"This is a lawful society," Arnold Simmons held her in his arms, "You should read fewer novels."
Hannah clung to him, "Alright, alright."
From that day on, it seemed that Hannah had completely given in.
Jackie Qualls avoided the agent who was trying to understand Hannah’s condition. He asked the staff who had taken Hannah to the hospital that day, but they were all tight-lipped.
It seemed they were wary of something.
He couldn’t get any information and had to give up. But the unease in his heart got worse.
He even began to regret the decision he had made that day.
