Chapter 401: Chapter 401: I’m Suffering Too
More than half of her outer garment had been peeled off, loosely hanging on her arm. Only a white inner garment remained intact, through which her undergarments could faintly be seen.
Arnold Simmons was taken aback, realizing that traditional attire came in a set.
He awkwardly redirected his gaze, but Hannah was clinging to him in fear of falling again.
She seemed genuinely frightened, her voice trembling, "Mr. Simmons, I was wrong, I like you, I like it when you’re kind to me. No one else will do."
Hannah’s small face was flushed and the porcelain white skin bore a faint pink tint. Her lightly bitten red lips were full and tempting.
Arnold’s breathing quickened. He intended to teach the young girl a lesson but, unexpectedly, he found himself suffering instead.
He closed the window, "There’s won’t be a next time."
Hannah cuddled him tightly and sounded weak, "Arnold, I’m thirsty."
The man looked down at the woman in his arms, "What did you call me?"
Feigning laziness, Hannah draped herself over Arnold. There was innocence in her eyes, her voice as sweet as honey, "Arnold——"
She exaggerated the ending, like stepping intentionally on a man’s last nerve, dancing happily on it.
The man lowered his head, his shadow gloomy, "Growing more spoilt by the day, sooner or later...."
His trailing words were lost as their lips met.
Arnold kissed the women in his arms.
She felt as if she were made of honey, inch upon inch both sweet and tempting, even her scent was sweet.
After a long while, a watery sheen filled Hannah’s eyes. She weakly pushed against the man in front of her herself, her voice muffled, "Arnold, I’m uncomfortable."
The man buried his face in her neck, his voice low with restrained emotion, "I’m uncomfortable too."
Hannah pushed him, "Then you go shower."
The man remained silent for a moment, before raising his head, a concealed possessiveness and madness in his eyes, but his voice was calm, "No."
His white shirt was disheveled by Hannah, even his tie had been pulled off and tossed aside.
The man’s entire demeanor was forbidding yet seductive; it was hard to resist the urge to tear off that thin layer of clothing and admire the skin underneath.
Although she couldn’t see, Hannah had felt all over, she knew her Lord Sponsor had a well-built body.
An enticing asset indeed.
Hannah gulped down her saliva, forcing herself to look away, her gaze landing on the small kettle on the table. She pleaded sweetly, "Arnold, I’m thirsty; I need a drink."
Arnold gently pinched her nose acting indifferent, "Who tolerated your spoilt behavior."
Despite his words, he walked towards the table.
Hannah leaned on his shoulder, her fingers hooking into his collar, "It was you."
He paused momentarily, then continued walking, a faint smile forming on his face.
Arnold cradled her in his arms and gave her water to sip directly from his hand.
Hannah took a small sip from his hand, then immediately pulled away, frowning in complaint, "It’s hot."
Arnold touched the kettle; it indeed felt hot.
Hannah opened her mouth wide, waving a hand in front of her mouth to cool it off. Her lips were burnt red, a pitiful sight.
Although Arnold’s past life had been tough, he was still proud at heart. Even if he were trampled underfoot, he had never taken care of anyone like this before.
This was the first time.
"Then wait a while to drink it." Arnold tried to hide his concern by coughing lightly and placed the cup on the table.
Hannah tugged at his sleeve, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, "But I’m hot."
