Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Just Shameless
Sweat soaked her collar, making her feel uncomfortable. As she rubbed against the man, her collar was pulled open, revealing the red strap of her intimate dress.
The thin streak of red below highlighted her snow-white, smooth, delicate skin even more.
The loose belt at her waist fell to the ground. Arnold Simmons took off the girl’s jacket, calmly pulled up her white inner shirt, and covered the enticing scene.
His breath quickened.
In the end, reason prevailed.
He shifted his body, distancing the woman in his arms a bit.
However, Hannah was dissatisfied and leaned closer, her eyes closed, her breathing somewhat heavy.
She was tired.
Between sleep and wakefulness, Hannah didn’t forget to mention the incidents of the day in a disgruntled voice, "Everyone has been bullying me. George River wants to ban me on behalf of his girlfriend. He doesn’t allow me to shoot ads, he doesn’t respect you at all, he even bullied little Auntie."
Arnold Simmons chuckled and gently played with her soft black hair, "Since when did you become little Auntie?"
"If you’re Little Uncle, then I’m little Auntie." She moved her body.
Seemingly still hot, she lifted her hand and pulled open her inner shirt.
Arnold reached out his hand and pulled up Hannah’s inner shirt again. In no time, she tore it open again and complained, "Quit messing around, I’m really hot."
The air conditioner in the room was broken. Despite calling hotel front desk, no one had come to fix it yet.
Arnold Simmons stopped fussing over it, "Calling yourself little Auntie again, what kind of elder gets bullied by a younger generation until they cry?"
Hannah choked back, somewhat embarrassed, she buried her face in the man’s chest, her hands tightly clutching his clothes, "I said I was preforming for you."
Arnold pinched her delicate and fair face, which felt soft to the touch, like tofu, irresistibly fun to squeeze, "Shameless."
Hannah yawned uncontrollably, her voice full of sleepiness, "I’m shameless, but in the end, I have you..."
Her voice weakened, and soon a faint breathing sound could be heard.
Arnold stood up and carried her to the bed.
The room was indeed very hot.
The partially open inner shirt slipped off her shoulder.
The reflection in his gaze was a large expanse of white skin, a slender red strap seemed like a leash restraining a wild beast.
With a gentle pull, there’d be a mix of madness and domination.
He struggled with his heavy breathing.
Forcing himself to look away, Arnold Simmons reached out, pulled a quilt over the girl, and went to a corner to make a call by himself.
As it turns out, the only thing that can defeat a domineering boss is a domineering boss’s father, or the domineering boss himself.
Arnold Simmons is the latter.
In just a few minutes, companies under the Simmons Clan made a strong investment, paid a large sum of money, all for shooting an advertisement that specified only one person, and didn’t want any other people.
The intention was clear.
Second Young Master Simmons was providing protection for his own little lovebird.
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George River was impulsive after all today.
Even he himself didn’t know why.
He just wished for Hannah to yield to him once. Just once. As long as she was still like how she used to be. However, she turned out to be more and more stubborn.
The sweet talk of Tiffany Lynch was lingering in his ear, wore an appearance that he loved most.
But after seeing Hannah, this all makes him feel inexplicably irritable.
He suddenly stood up and told the person on the sickbed, "You rest well, I will come and see you in a few days."
The man’s sudden action also startled Tiffany Lynch.
She was shocked and instinctively grabbed George’s hand, "George, what’s wrong?"
