Chapter 400: Chapter 400: What Do You Like
With tears welling in her eyes, she uttered those three words. Her smile grew even more beautiful, locked in a gaze with the man’s deep black eyes, gently biting her lip.
Before long, her already rosy lips became even more charming.
"What do you like about me?" The man lowered his head, his warm breath spilling over the girl’s neck.
Feeling a bit ticklish, Hannah instinctively wanted to retreat. But Arnold held her waist tightly, leaving her no choice but to lean back against his chest, looking at him playfully, "Of course, I like that you, Mr. Simmons, are rich."
She was blunt and laughed covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Arnold’s hand glided over the girl’s narrow waist, then he hooked his finger around, "And what else?"
Hannah tilted her head, thought for a while, and her eyes brightened, "Also, Mr. Simmons, you are handsome."
She spoke the truth, but there was a certain intention to please in her words. Her smile was as brilliant as the peach blossoms outside, charming and pure.
Feeling content with her response, she thought Lord Sponsor would be pleased, only to be swept off her feet the next moment.
The sudden loss of weight made Hannah instinctively grab the man’s neck. Her entire body pressed against his chest, she asked in surprise, "Mr. Simmons, where are you taking me?"
Arnold said nothing, his tightly drawn jaw line held a hint of indifference.
He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, holding the girl in his arms, his slender eyes squinting slightly, "Think about the question one more time."
From the twentieth floor, the view was a vast expanse of pink. The evening sun at the horizon was glaringly bright, making her feet dangle in mid-air.
One glance at the height made Hannah recoil into Arnold’s arms. Her voice muffled, almost tearful, "What should I think about? I didn’t say anything wrong."
Arnold is rich and handsome after all.
If it were any other man, they would be over the moon to hear such compliments from a beauty like her, only her Lord Sponsor had such strange temperament.
The more Hannah thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, her tears and snot unabashedly smeared onto the man’s white shirt.
Amid her struggling, her belt had somehow come undone on its own, her layered traditional theatrical clothes spread out in a messy array.
Arnold, with a stern face, held onto the girl tight in one hand while pushing open the window with the other.
A gentle breeze filled the room with the fragrance of peach blossoms.
Arnold sniffed the nape of Hannah’s neck, the scent of her was even more enchanting than the peach blossoms. His tone still indifferent, "Is it just my money and face that you like?"
Hannah twisted her body, pretending not to understand, "What’s wrong with that?"
She blinked her wide innocent eyes, looking pure and naive. A corner of her white undergarment was pulled apart, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her long and soft black hair draped on the man’s arm was set off by the mountain of peach blossoms behind her, looking like a fairy in the mountains.
Her eyes blinked, revealing a universe of stars.
Such a face was deceptive, seeming as if it was born to bewitch.
From the very beginning, Arnold knew his darling was playacting.
Pampered and spoiled.
He thought, she should be taught a lesson, otherwise she would ride roughshod over him one day.
The man let go of his hold.
Without his support, Hannah’s body was slipping down. She quickly clung to the man’s neck, her delicate legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
