Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Lower Your Head
She puffed her cheeks, and Arnold Simmons casually pinched them.
It felt pretty good, just slightly warm, maybe because she had been out in the sun for too long.
Half-carrying her, he started walking indoors, "Do you feel hot?"
Hannah leaned her entire weight on him, replying in a soft voice, "Yeah, I’ve been under the sun for quite a while."
Arnold Simmons couldn’t help but frown, reaching out to touch her forehead.
The sweat he just wiped off was again trickling down.
He spoke, his tone flat, "Do you still think it’s fun to be an actress?"
Hannah pulled at her uniform’s tie, her tone unusually serious, "When I was taking photos just now, the photographer kept praising my looks, saying I was born for this. I like it when people compliment me."
Arnold Simmons found it amusing, "So you stood under the sun for an hour just to hear people praise you?"
At this time, there weren’t many people in the hotel lobby, only Arnold Simmons’s assistant was waiting. As soon as he saw them coming over, he immediately pressed the elevator button.
Hannah tugged at Arnold Simmons’s large coat, waited for him to lean down before whispering softly in his ear, "Mr. Simmons, how do you know how long I’ve been shooting? Have you been sneaking a peek?"
The warm and sweet breath sprayed in his ears, bringing with it the heat of the sun outside, which was burning straight into his heart.
Arnold Simmons couldn’t help but tighten his grip, lowering his head to look at the girl in his arms.
She was still dressed in a student uniform. The short skirt revealed her delicate and straight legs. The tied necktie of the same color added a youthful flavor.
At first glance, she didn’t look twenty; she looked fifteen.
Arnold Simmons remained quiet, holding the girl’s hand as they entered the elevator.
There was a room specifically reserved for Arnold Simmons in the hotel, but he had never been there before.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Hannah fully exhibited her true self, draping herself all over Arnold Simmons, her hands tightly clasping his waist, with her chin resting on his chest.
She looked up at him, smiling like a bewitching siren, her voice coquettish yet weak, "Mr. Simmons, do you think there are cameras in the elevator?"
Arnold Simmons glanced at the corner, then lowered his gaze back to the girl in his arms, a touch of amusement in his eyes, "Yes, there are."
Hannah beckoned with her finger, softly commanding, "Then lower your head."
Arnold Simmons lowered his head. His handsome and cold face showed a hint of indulgence and tenderness that was not easy to detect.
He calmly awaited the girl’s next move, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
The next second, the girl hooked her arm around the man’s neck, pushed down, stood on her toes, and lightly bit his lips.
A mischievous smile of success lurked in her eyes.
Just as she was about to pull away, his arm around her waist tightened, deepening the kiss.
The temperature that had just cooled down was once again rising, even hotter than outside, unceasing for a moment.
Sweat trickled down her neck, and Hannah, feeling uncomfortable, moved her head slightly.
Arnold Simmons chuckled lightly, catching her wavering waist as she was about to collapse, pulling her closer and lightly biting her flushing lips, his eyes hazing over like unfading ink.
"Still want to play?" he asked.
Tears welled in the girl’s eyes as she plead softly, "I was wrong, I won’t play anymore."
Her foggy, bright black eyes were wide open, her porcelain skin as delicate as flower petals, leaving a red mark just by a light pinch, utterly irresistible.
The lipstick on her lips had smeared, revealing the man’s recent loss of control and madness.
