Chapter 541: Chapter 541 Inspection
The young man stiffened for a moment, then broke into a smile, his eyes gleaming, "Is sister worried about me?"
Hannah sent a text message, turned off her phone, and said calmly, "I’m afraid you can’t bear it and commit suicide. At least until the plot is over, you have to keep living."
Louis Snyder didn’t understand the latter part of Hannah’s sentence and decided to simply ignore it. "Sister, I won’t commit suicide," he said.
As he said this, his gaze fell upon her delicate porcelain face, his finger gently caressed her skin, as if savoring the warmth and tenderness he had just touched.
Sister, is indeed very beautiful.
She is beautiful enough... to make one unable to resist being moved.
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Hannah knocked at the door of the villa.
She looked up at the sky, then down at her toes, waiting for a response.
Maybe he’s busy.
About three minutes passed before the door was opened from the inside.
Hannah turned her head, saw the person in the door, ran in, cling onto the man like an octopus, lowering her head to sniff him.
Arnold Simmons closed the door, looking down at the girl in his arms with a heavy gaze, "What are you doing?"
The girl raised her head, a serious look on her face, "I’m checking if you smell like another woman."
Arnold Simmons was taken aback and laughed, "No one else."
"If there’s no one then why did you open the door so slowly just now?" Hannah didn’t let go of his clothes, pointed upstairs, signaling the man to go there, "I’m going to inspect! "
He complied with her, holding her as they went upstairs.
Every room had to be opened, every corner had to be looked at.
They finally stopped in the master bedroom.
Their clothes were closely touching, the man looked down, his gaze fell on the girl’s slender waist.
She took off her coat, revealing a piece of smooth skin as lustrous as warm jade when she slightly raised her arms.
He put her down on the table, black eyes looking at her, "Have you finished looking?"
Even sitting on the table, she was a bit shorter than him, so she had to look up to see his handsome face. Her gaze fell on the man’s neck.
She leaned in.
There was a hint of cool tobacco scent on the tip of her nose.
Perhaps feeling happy, the corner of her mouth couldn’t help but curl up, but when she glanced at a corner of the room, her gaze faltered.
Arnold Simmons followed Hannah’s gaze and sensed something bad in his heart.
Surely enough, the once coquettish girl was now tearful, her tears welling up in her eye sockets and refusing to fall, fragile and pale like a daffodil hit by the rain. "Just as I thought, all you men are fickle. Even an incomparably beautiful woman like me can’t escape being forsaken one day."
Once she finished speaking, she sighed sorrowfully and turned her head to wipe away the few tears that had squeezed out of the corner of her eyes.
She looked just like a neglected concubine.
Arnold sighed inside, seeing her tears made him have a headache.
She was acting again.
She must have improved her acting due to her recent filming. Even he almost fell for it.
If he did have anything, this little lady would have likely found out by now.
He caught her sneaky glances and, like a cat, she was irresistible to bully, "Hmm, I’ve thought about it. Even though she is not as good-looking as you, she’s evidently a lot more considerate."
Seeing her shocked gaze and the tears on her face that she didn’t have time to wipe, he leisurely added, "And she doesn’t cry as much as you."
The tear in her eye slipped down, as if opening the floodgates, the rest couldn’t be stopped.
