Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Not Explaining Means Admitting by Default
Arnold Simmons caught a glimpse of the tear-filled eyes of the girl in his arms, fragile and pitiful like a pear blossom in the rain. He couldn’t help but sigh softly, "You started this, why are you crying now?"
He reached over to wipe the tears from the girl’s face, but was pushed away.
Hannah couldn’t help but sob, her eyes filled with both grievance and sadness, "Then explain to me, what does it mean? Why was it in your bathroom, did you two do something?!"
Arnold Simmons didn’t explain but just pulled the girl into his embrace, calming her flailing hands while using his other hand to wipe her tears.
She lifted her head to look at him, and rubbed her tears onto his shirt collar as if to vent her feelings.
Having cried so fiercely just now, she couldn’t help but hiccup, her body feeling slightly warm.
"Arnold Simmons, have you fallen out of love with me?"
He cupped her small face, his fingertips gently traced along her chin, leaving a faint blush as soft as a peach blossom with a slight pressure.
"No."
The girl lowered her eyes, her pale lips pursed tightly, "Then why don’t you explain?"
He lowered his head and kissed her tear-streaked cheek, his voice was as rich as fine wine, "I don’t know how to explain."
The warmth of his breath almost turned her cheeks scarlet. Hannah turned away, her voice filled with defiance, "See, you accept it by keeping silent."
Perhaps she was done playing around, Hannah seemed to be unable to hold back any longer.
Arnold Simmons chuckled lightly, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lightly pulling her into his arms, "Mmm, I just don’t know how to explain what could have happened between me and a bunch of dolls."
He picked her up and walked off.
Behind the door was a basket full of dolls. They were previously hidden by the door, at first glance, it looked like someone wearing a pink skirt was hiding behind the door.
Hannah patted the man’s shoulder, signaling for him to put her down.
She turned around and pulled out the biggest doll from the basket, amused after playing with it for a while, "Arnold Simmons, you’re quite old to still like these, aren’t you?"
He walked over, lifting her from the ground, "I bought them for you, but I forgot to give them to you."
Hannah looked puzzled, "Why would you buy these for me?"
He put her on the bed, pulling out a tissue to wipe the tear stains on her face, "You always carry a doll with you, so I thought you might like them and bought them all for you."
Arnold Simmons threw away the tissue and walked back. Hannah leaned towards him, resting her head on his lap. Her face was full of joy, but her voice was soft, "Arnold Simmons, it’s as if you’re comforting a child."
She gripped his hand, playing happily, but her eyes couldn’t move away from the pile of dolls.
The man bent down, planting a kiss on her delicate cheek, "Yes, I am comforting you."
Initially, it was just a light peck, but gradually he couldn’t resist deepening the kiss.
Every inch of her skin seemed to emit an enticing sweet scent, tempting him to indulge more and more.
The porcelain-like skin appeared like soft white flowers bathed in moonlight, exuding a sweet and enticing aura.
