Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Long Life and Good Health
He got her into the car.
The car was windless, warm.
Hannah still clung to the waist of the man beside her, as if drawing warmth from him, "Mr. Simmons, are you leaving tonight?"
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with the warm yellow light, reflecting him.
He bent over, their cheeks touching, his voice unusually low, "I’ve got everything ready. I wanted to see you before I left."
"So, you admit that you miss me?" She couldn’t help leaning into his arms, her gaze falling on his collar, unable to resist unbuttoning a couple of his buttons.
His collarbones were slim and sensually curved, utterly tempting.
He let her mess around, simply grasping her soft little hand and squeezing it lightly, unable to let go, "I miss you, every single day."
Perhaps because they were about to part, the man frankly spoke words of love he had never voiced before.
After speaking, he felt a bit theatrical, but once the words were out, there was no taking them back.
Hannah leaned into his arms and giggled, teasingly poking at his chin, "Mr. Simmons, the way you talk, it’s as if we’re parting forever."
She said it half-jokingly, not shy at all.
The man, however, knitted his brows and his face darkened slightly, "Stop talking nonsense."
Seeming to notice Arnold Simmons’ irritation, Hannah quickly went along with him, "Alright, alright, I was talking nonsense. My Mr. Simmons will surely live a long life."
After saying this, she could not help but laugh, "So Mr. Simmons is superstitious after all?"
Arnold Simmons gazed at her deeply, silent for a long moment, and seemed to sigh soundlessly, "The things I’ve done, I’m likely headed straight to hell. But you’re different."
He wasn’t praying for his own long life, but hers.
The girl seemed unfocused for a moment, blinking her eyes, her voice as soft as a cloud, as sweet as sugar, "If I live a long enough life, will I inherit Mr. Simmons’ fortune?"
Before Arnold Simmons could answer, the young lady was already talking to herself.
"I have a dream that if I could be as rich as Mr. Simmons, I would use the money to hire several handsome boys to pole dance in front of me every day."
Arnold Simmons’ hand on the girl’s cheek tightened and he bit the corner of her mouth as if punishing her, mumbling, "Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to handle it?"
She chuckled and backed away, "Life is short, one must enjoy while it lasts."
Arnold Simmons felt a pang of sadness, "Heartless."
He rarely treated anyone this well, even leaving his money to her, yet all she thought of was hiring people to pole dance.
Her audacity was growing by the day.
Hannah ingratiatingly slipped her hand into the man’s palm, furrowed her brows, and thought hard for a while, "How about I keep you company for a few more years before having my fun?"
She sounded serious, as if she genuinely considered the idea.
Her fair cheeks swelled slightly, her plump lips pressed into a straight line, and when she blinked, her gaze was both lively and charming. Saying such annoying things, yet with a pair of clear, bright eyes that made it impossible for anyone to lose their temper.
Arnold Simmons sighed helplessly, caressed her tender cheek, wiped off the flushed colour on the corner of the girl’s lips with his fingertips, his voice filled with unspeakable tenderness, "If there ever comes such a day, mourn me for seven days, then take the money and enjoy life elsewhere. Don’t do it here, it would upset me from beyond the grave."
She looked at him, the smile abruptly vanishing from her face. She sat in his arms, cradling his handsome face, saying earnestly: "Arnold Simmons, you’re different today."
He held her, inhaling the faint fragrance at the nape of her neck, responding gently, "Mm."
He had never imagined that a man like him would have a sentimental day.
