Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Unable to Go
Hannah rolled over in bed, her neatly arranged hair scattering messily across the white pillow. Switching hands with her phone she said, "I’m sorry, I forgot."
Her apology was delivered in an airy, detached tone, much like a polite exchange between strangers.
Out of basic courtesy, it came off as aloof and indifferent.
Leaning on the sink, the cold marble paralleled Louis’s current feelings. His intentions of confronting Tiffany were forgotten, all his attention focused on Hannah.
He managed a smile, and gazed unblinkingly at his reflection in the mirror, "Sister, could you come to visit me today?"
Hannah replied, "I can’t, the show crew doesn’t allow us to leave."
That was a lie.
She was clearly shooting an advertisement.
Louis gripped his fists tight, his voice suddenly soft and slow, laced with barely detectable pleading, "Really, you can’t?"
"I can’t—" Hannah replied without a thought.
Before Louis could speak, he heard Hannah’s excited voice on the other end of the line.
"You’re back —"
"Hmm."
Followed by a somewhat muffled deep male voice.
Then a string of soft noises, like the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
"Hey, I have things to do, I have to go," Hannah interrupted.
"Sis —"
Before he could finish, she had already hung up.
Staring at his reflection, Louis let a self-mocking smile curve his lips.
Who Hannah Winter was with had nothing to do with him.
Even if she was secretly with other men, sleeping with them, it had nothing to do with him!
Cra-ack—
The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the bathroom, shards of glass spattered all over the sink.
Blood dripped from his hanging hand onto the floor. Yet the young man seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze fixed on his broken reflection.
The eyes reflected in the mirror were like murky waters, rippling endlessly, unfathomably deep.
*
"Who was on the phone?" Arnold came over to the bed and readjusted Hannah’s open top.
Tossing her phone aside, Hannah tumbled into the man’s arms, "A telemarketer."
The top she just re-adjusted was pulled open again, revealing her pale skin.
Arnold frowned, "Can’t you dress properly?"
"All my clothes are being washed, they’re still wet." Hannah lied effortlessly as she lay on the man’s legs.
Raven hair against alabaster skin, flushed cheeks, raised eyebrows that flirtatiously enticed.
Without hesitation, Arnold pulled her into his arms.
As he moved, her clothes slipped, leaving her lingerie vividly exposed before him, embroidered with a picture of mandarin ducks frolicking in the water.
Separated only by a thin layer of fabric, Hannah could detect the faint cool scent of the man, reminiscent of morning dew.
She frowned, then sniffed him again more deliberately.
Noticing Hannah’s actions, Arnold stilled, but kept his arms around her without letting go, "What are you doing?"
Hannah grinned, leaning closer into him, "Mr.Simmons, did you sneak off to bathe?"
Arnold paused before lapsing into a lengthy silence.
The girl in his arms grinned like a scheming cat, her eyes curving upwards, her irises twinkling.
She was bonelessly leaning against Arnold, virtually becoming a puddle, but a warm puddle.
Making everything around her boiling hot, she remained unscathed, her smile charming and infuriating.
