Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Take care of yourself
He is not a good man.
He feared that his own obsession and darkness would hurt his darling, even more so he feared seeing fear of him in her beautiful eyes.
If she was scared of him, he admitted to himself that he would truly go insane.
The man tightened his grip, holding her closely as if he wanted to melt her into his bones and blood, before finally letting go.
As soon as his arms were empty, his heart filled with melancholy.
In the evening, Arnold Simmons personally delivered her to the exterior of the filming building.
The paparazzi who had initially staked out nearby were sent away early by people Arnold Simmons had dispatched, leaving the surroundings eerily quiet.
Hannah picked up her backpack that she had put to the side, before turning her head to look at the man next to her. She blinked and opened her arms, "Mr. Simmons, want a hug?"
Like a child.
Arnold Simmons dropped the file in his hand, his act of indifference completely collapsed along the way.
He reached out his hand to pull her into his embrace, "Take care of yourself. If you violate again, I’m not going to be so nice."
He lowered his head to inhale the intoxicating scent that he was addicted to, listening to the girl softly speaking in his ear.
She said she would take care of herself.
She also said that she would definitely make it to the top, making her Mr. Simmons the envied object of all men.
She was always so confident, her eyes shining brightly as if filled with stars.
Arnold Simmons thought, this little girl of his was too straightforward and somewhat arrogant, so she must not be liked by many. Only he would cherish her, and not dislike her feisty nature.
"Mr. Simmons, you mustn’t forget to think of me."
Hannah stood outside the car, waving at Arnold Simmons inside the car, pursing her lips, appearing reluctant to leave.
But Arnold Simmons clearly saw the smile in her eyes, shaking his head, he whispered, "Such a little liar."
She was smiling, eyes curved in mirth as she turned to enter the building, but momentarily she rushed back remembering something.
Arnold Simmons had not left, and he saw Hannah returning, so he lowered the car window.
Hannah leaned on the window, her eyes appearing to be looking for something.
Arnold Simmons was just about to ask her. That’s when he saw the girl reaching inside the car and grabbing a small plush puppy.
Really small - just about the size of a palm.
A white-eyed husky, looking a bit silly while sticking its tongue out.
Arnold Simmons chuckled lightly, "You’re quite grown-up but still like these things."
Hannah held up the plush dog in her hand, "Mr. Simmons, don’t you think it’s cute?"
She tilted her head, holding up the plush husky in her hand, her entire being softened, and when she smiled, she was as enchanting as a peach tree in bloom, lively and bewitching. Her eyes seemed even more beautiful than the full moon in the night sky.
The starlight of the sky then became her backdrop.
Arnold Simmons has always been indifferent towards plush toys, even thinking that only children would like such things.
After being silent for a while, he lifted his gaze to meet his darling’s eyes and said, "Cute."
Hannah asked again: "Is it me who’s cute, or it?"
Arnold Simmons: "You."
Hanna cheerfully leaned over and lightly pecked the man’s cheek, her voice soft and sweet, "Mr. Simmons, I’m leaving now."
The man nodded, watching as his darling entered the building.
From afar, it seemed like a few people were running towards Hannah from inside the building. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he guessed it must be words of flattery and fawning.
Accustomed to his high status for a long time, he had no feelings towards the flattering and fawning of others. Sometimes, he even found it annoying.
Yet, his darling loved it. Since she liked it, let her hear more of it.
After all, his darling girl didn’t have much ambition; he had to pamper her even more.
