Chapter 326: Chapter 326: It’s the Taste of Vinegar
The driver was still sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting for Arnold Simmons’ command.
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat quiet, with a faint hint of tobacco scent lingering.
It was emanating from Hannah.
Arnold’s gaze fell on the girl’s fair neck, where a diamond necklace hung.
It was expensive, simply but elegantly designed. The lone ruby in the middle shone with an almost enchanting glow, merging with the mild, faintly discernible smiles in the girl’s eyes.
Intriguing beauty.
Arnold inexplicably felt a touch irritated. His eyes darkened as he coldly ordered, "Get out."
Hannah didn’t react but leaned back in her seat, watching the handsome man across from her.
The driver realized that the command had been for him.
The sound of the car door closing echoed, leaving only two people in the vehicle.
The driver found a distant place to stand, seemingly intending to leave the surrounding space empty.
Inside the car.
The girl’s delicate and lustrous fingers lightly hooked onto the man’s tie. Not pulling hard, just gently playing with it, giggling, "Mr. Simmons, can you smell something?"
Arnold’s adam’s apple bobbed a few times. His voice was inexplicably hoarse as he clamped the offending hand in front of his chest, "What smell?"
"It’s the smell of vinegar." Hannah laughed softly behind her hand, exposing the emotion Mr. Simmons wanted to hide, "Mr. Simmons, you’re jealous."
The man’s face turned slightly sour and he promptly let go of the girl’s hand.
Hannah remained unfazed, simply retreating to her position and lazily adjusting her makeup by the car window.
Her lipstick seemed to have faded.
Hannah furrowed her brows and searched around, to no avail.
At that moment, a large, well-defined hand extended into her view, holding the lipstick she had been searching for.
Hannah turned around and saw that the man was indeed holding her small bag.
She received the lipstick and started to touch up her makeup through the car’s reflection. Lifting her eyes slightly, she met the man’s deep gaze and chuckled, "I didn’t know Mr. Simmons would be so intrigued by a woman’s things."
She was teasing Arnold.
Who else would dare to make a joke like this with the second master of the Simmons family? Just uttering the words might get them thrown out. However, Hannah dared.
She was like a wild kitten that becomes excessively forward upon given a slight benefit. It was frustrating, but there was a willing fondness for her.
The man said nothing. Holding the small bag in his hands seemed somewhat ridiculous, but he didn’t seem to notice.
After waiting for Hannah to touch up her makeup, he naturally took the lipstick back and stored it, before finally setting the bag aside.
Hannah knew that the man wanted to ask about her relationship with George River.
With his methods, he surely knew about it already. He just wanted to hear her explanation herself.
However, the thing Hannah liked least was giving explanations.
So, if he didn’t ask, Hannah wouldn’t say.
After a long while, the man pulled out a cigarette. His hands reached into his pocket only to find it empty, reminding him that the lighter was still with Hannah. He put his hand back down.
He just held the cigarette between his fingers and asked, "So you’re aiming to take down George River?"
It wasn’t a question.
Hannah didn’t deny it. Instead, she leaned in closer, resting on the man’s shoulder and laughing softly, "What’s the matter, Uncle feeling protective of his little nephew?"
The man’s hand, holding the cigarette, gently slid down from the girl’s forehead, all the way to her lower jaw, caressing back and forth. His voice was as deep as the ocean, tinged with bare traces of resignation, "You can tell me, anything that you want to do."
It seemed like Arnold always had an endless amount of patience for Hannah.
