Chapter 508: Chapter 508: All for You
His complexion was an unhealthy looking pale, but still gave off an oppressive sense of danger, one that could not be faced directly.
Hannah’s gaze slid downward slightly, seeing the thin blanket over the man’s lap. For a moment, her expression became somewhat strange, "Mr. Simmons, you couldn’t possibly be..."
The last few words, the girl almost whispered in the man’s ear.
Arnold Simmons let out a light chuckle, draping his arm around the girl’s waist and pulling her closer. His voice was dangerous, "What would you do if I really am crippled?"
The cold tips of his fingers caressed the girl’s neck back and forth. The look in his eyes was as deep and impenetrable as a nocturnal abyss.
Hannah shook her head, expressing sympathy, "What else can be done? We can’t just replace you with someone else, can we?"
Arnold held back a laugh, maintaining a serious facade as he told his lie, "Yep, most likely it’s incurable. The doctor said I’ll be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. It would be best to marry a virtuous and capable wife to look after me in my later years. I think you’d do quite well."
Hannah glared at him, her cheeks puffed, her voice soft, "Mr. Simmons, isn’t this basically conning a free nanny?"
He pressed close, his hot breath sprayed onto the blush of the young girl’s cheek. His Adam’s apple bobbed, "I wouldn’t trick you. I’ll give you all my money."
The man’s gaze was pitch black, as if even the moon and the stars did not exist in his night-like stare. There was no trace of light, only a touch of tenderness when he saw the girl in his arms.
Yet hidden beneath that tenderness was his terrifying, overwhelming possessiveness.
The more he was with her, the more he could not bear to part from her.
Hannah tilted her head, unusually offering her face to the edge of the man’s lips for a gentle nuzzle, like a kitten begging for attention, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll use your money to support someone else?"
The man didn’t lift his head, gently biting the tender skin on her neck, "If you dare, I’ll break your legs."
There was no threat in his words, instead, it made Hannah unable to hold back her laughter.
Her body convulsed in uncontrollable laughter, occasionally brushing against him.
The room seemed to be growing hotter by the minute.
It was so stuffy it made one feel suffocated, sweat began to appear on the forehead.
Yet Hannah didn’t seem to notice, she clung to the man’s neck, pushing herself closer to him. A faint fragrance carrying her warmth enveloped the man’s nose, causing an itch in his heart.
To make matters worse, the little girl was fanning the flames at this very moment.
A soft voice filled his ear, melting into a puddle, "Mr. Simmons, even if one is disabled, there are still ways to play. Worse comes to worst, I’ll suffer a bit, I’ll be on top afterwards."
After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth with a giggle. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with blossoming laughter, her eyes glistening like stars.
All it takes is a single spark to start a prairie fire.
The heat from her made his head spin.
The man’s lips fell upon her forehead, moving downwards, but stopped abruptly at the most crucial moment.
Hannah opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
The man’s hand moved back and forth on the girl’s lower jaw, their fingers entwined, "Why did you accept his invitation?"
She lifted her head, her eyes flickering and broke into a cheerful smile, "I don’t understand what Mr. Simmons is talking about?"
She was obviously pretending to be confused, not fearing the man’s anger in the slightest.
Arnold’s grip tightened slightly as he looked down at her, "Are you really not able to understand or are you just pretending?"
Hannah pulled a face, she couldn’t help but hum a few times as she squirmed into his arms.
But before she could fully nestle herself, the man’s large palm stopped her movements.
The girl looked somewhat aggrieved, crossed her arms, and pouted, "I was only there for a little while, nothing happened at all, Mr. Simmons is feeling jealous again."
He looked at the girl joined close to him, his tone growing severe, "Twenty minutes, is enough time to do a lot of things."
