Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Honey Arsenic
The man was embracing the girl from his family, tenderly and intimately. He reached out and took the cigarette from her fingertips, as if proclaiming his dominance, his thin lips bearing the mark of her lipstick...
George River’s eyes turned red and filled with rage, his hands clenched into fists, the veins standing out on the backs of his hands.
He was still enduring.
Old Sir River had ordered him not to fight with Arnold Simmons.
But why?
Arnold had murdered the parents of his beloved brother, who was still missing and unaccounted for to this very day. Now he was watching Hannah standing next to him, but was helpless to do anything.
Arnold snuffed out the lit cigarette, not sparing a glance for George, his gaze fixed on his girl as he asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Had enough of playing?"
"Not yet." Hannah leaned her head on the man’s shoulder and looked up at him.
Her lips, as tender and mesmerizing as flower petals, glistened, tempting one to pick.
The man could not control his desire, nor did he want to.
This was his woman.
He bowed his head and deepened the kiss with her.
The girl continued to giggle, with her eyes wide open, brimming with laughter, her eyes shimmering. Arnold thought she was not focused, so he gently pinched her earlobe, causing her to let out a gasp.
The intimacy between the two was like a prick to George’s eyes.
For the first time, this once arrogant high-born gentleman tasted what it meant to be jealous.
This was a feeling that he had never experienced before with Tiffany Lynch, but now this girl he once despised and underestimated taught him such a lesson.
He clenched his fists, no longer looking at them.
He dared not.
A storm had already been whipped up in his heart, swallowing his reasoning over and over, each time forcing himself to calm down again.
Arnold wrapped his arms around his girl, allowing her to lean against his chest to catch her breath, while he whispered into her ear: "You’ve played enough, we should go home. If you keep going, you might lose yourself."
"With you here, I won’t." She responded sweetly.
To Arnold, her words were as sweet as honey, but to George, they were as painful as arsenic.
The glass of alcohol the girl had handed him seemed to have taken effect; George, despite his high tolerance, felt dizzy, his heart aching.
He left as though fleeing, afraid to confront his own feelings. His steps were hurried, attracting the attention of several people. Some tried to stop him but were brutally pushed away and cursed out.
He had never lost his composure to this extent before.
No one noticed the playful smirk on the girl’s lips, nestled in the arms of the towering man, reminding one of a fox successful in its hunt.
Pure malice.
Throughout the banquet, apart from an influential foreign businessman, no one had the opportunity to exchange a word with Arnold Simmons.
But after this night, everyone learned one thing.
A woman had appeared by the side of the elusive Second Young Master Simmons, told in rumors.
Referring to her as a woman would not be as appropriate as calling her a girl.
She was still too young, her eyes so pure, unlike anyone else in their circle. Yet, her sultry allure was akin to a calamitous beauty seducing men.
Everyone who had seen her at the banquet had been captivated by her charm.
Regrettably, she belonged to Second Young Master Simmons, and it also seemed that she had an unclear relationship with the young master of the River Family.
Nobody dared to gossip, even after Arnold left, they could only look several times at the girl’s delicate and seductive silhouette.
Arnold took Hannah out of the banquet. Although his mood seemed a bit gloomy all the way, he took care of the high heels the girl was wearing and did not walk fast.
