Chapter 543: Chapter 543: The Final Step
"Arnold, it’s easy for you to quit halfway like this..." Her voice trailed off ruefully.
To quit what?
The man bent down, his nose brushing against hers, their lips touching, effectively silencing the rest of her sentence.
In a soothing tone, he whispered, "Easy now."
Not again.
Reacting uncharacteristically, Hannah bit him on the neck, causing the man to catch his breath.
Still, she would never go all the way.
The man stilled, lightly tugging at her delicate earlobe, his voice low and captivating.
With just one sentence, the girl, Hannah, calmed down.
She draped her hand over the man’s chest, blushing furiously. Her eyes contained a hint of shyness but mostly, were filled with annoyance.
The man laughed under his breath, sat up on the bed with her in his arms, the shirt already loose to the point that it had completely lost its purpose.
She leaned in against him, his chest hotter than her cheeks. She could hardly resist reaching out to him. With a serious tone, she asked, "Arnold, have you been busy recently?"
He held her hand, softly squeezing it. In a low voice, he responded, "Hmm."
He mentioned being busy, but his focus was entirely on Hannah in his arms. There was a relaxed air about him, a look of concentration on his face. His demeanor showed no signs of work-related stress.
Probably sensing the puzzlement in Hannah’s eyes, he explained further, "Ever since I took over the Simmons Clan, troubles have never ceased. Those people dare to act more recklessly now since they think I’m dead."
Finishing his sentence, he pecked her on the cheek, then a sentence slipped from his lips, "They don’t acknowledge me only because of my status."
Illegitimate child, not fit for public display.
She embraced him, nudging her cheek toward his lips, she murmured, "It’s not like you are trying to inherit a throne. Do bloodlines really matter that much?"
The man was silent for a moment then chuckled. Gently pinching her cheeks, his gaze was suddenly full of affection, "They are hoping for Jimmy Simmons to return and for my death."
Hannah sat up from his embrace, pointed to herself, her cheerfulness shining through her smile, "It’s alright, you still have me."
Gently, he kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear, "Yes, I have you."
The warmth of his breath tickled her earlobe, causing Hanna to collapse into his arms laughing. She hugged him tightly, looking up at his handsome, deep face.
Perhaps from earlier exertion, there was a hint of warmth between his brows, and on his neck, a small scratch.
Probably the one she had just accidentally made.
She couldn’t help but laugh, but as soon as she did, the man pressed her back into his embrace.
The night had fallen, and Director Lee had given Hannah only a day off.
It was late at night when Hannah finally returned to the set from the villa.
Compared to her previous state, she was now wearing a mask.
Arriving at her room, Hannah knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened.
