Chapter 408: Chapter 408: This is Worth Getting Angry About
Hannah slowly rose from the man, her soft dark hair slipped from his grasp, finally settling on his chest. She furrowed her brow, her voice soft and sweet, "What happened after you went back to the Simmons family? What happened in those five years?"
The man gently stroked her tender cheek, his gaze deep, "Do you know what others say about me?"
Unscrupulous, ruthless.
Hannah tilted her head as if she perceived his apprehension.
She leaned towards the man, puckered her red lips lightly pecking his chin, her voice even softer, "I don’t care."
The man chuckled low, his voice not as indifferent as before, filled with tenderness, "They say I killed someone."
"I don’t believe it," Hannah shook her head firmly, suddenly lighting up as if she thought of something, "Even if you’re a bad person, you’re good to me, so what others say has nothing to do with me."
As she said this, she leaned into his arms, reaching up to catch his big palm and placing it on her face, acting like a spoiled pleaser.
With a pair of glossy black eyes and blush upon her cheeks, she looked radiant akin to the morning glow.
Arnold Simmons bowed his head to lightly kiss her cheek that left him bewitched, "What did George River tell you today?"
He was certain. His girl asking all these questions meant someone must have spoken to her about something.
Even though he wasn’t intentionally trying to hide anything, he felt frustrated that his girl had to hear it from others.
Worried she would misunderstand him, worried that she would leave him because of it.
The bare thought was unbearable, his heart ached so badly that he just wanted to hold her in his arms, fuse her into his bones.
Never to be apart again.
She was his poison, already under his skin, her scent lingering even in his breath when she wasn’t around.
"He didn’t say anything to me." She blinked, her slender fingers fiddling with the man’s chest, met his deep dark eyes, and deflated a bit.
Resigned, she admitted softly, "Alright, but he did curse at you, saying horrible things—I didn’t like it."
She puffed up her cheeks, her fine brows tight-knit, revealing her displeasure.
Arnold Simmons laughed, holding her close, his voice whispering in her ears, "Are you mad about this?"
Hannah looked at him, "Isn’t this worth being mad about?"
The man’s eyes flashed with deeper amusement, his lips teased her slightly cold earlobe, a playful nip that made her exclaim before he let go, "There are many who speak ill of me. If you get angry at each one, I’m afraid you’d burst."
"Arnold Simmons!"
Embarrassed, Hannah pushed him away, her earlobe was red as if bleeding, her face blushing like a peach blossom.
Mad again.
Arnold Simmons sighed quietly in his heart, reaching out to cradle her head in his arms while his other hand patted her back softly, "You won’t be pretty anymore if you keep getting mad."
"You’re just blabbering," the girl’s voice sounded muffled against his chest, "Obviously, I’m the most beautiful girl in this world. You pursued me because of my beauty. I even turned you down but you wouldn’t let go."
She closed her eyes and began to concoct a far-fetched tale.
Gathering all good things to herself while influencing Simmons into a President who was smitten by lust, seizing her by force and intimidation.
She made it sound as if it was true.
Arnold Simmons listened quietly, occasionally responding, "Mhm, you’re absolutely right."
