Chapter 590: Chapter 590: Come and Hold Me
The man lowered his head to check the time, "You told me you’d be out for only two hours, but it’s already been four."
He remained unperturbed, even wearing a smile on his face. Donna Ward knew very well that he must be angry.
After doing the math, indeed she had broken her promise. She had agreed to be back within two hours, but she ended up taking four.
Looking at Arnold Simmons in this state, it appeared that he had been waiting for her the entire time.
Feeling a tad guilty, she suddenly crouched down, clutching her knee which was hit earlier, and extended her hand to the man, "Ah, my leg hurts so much. I think I can’t handle this anymore. Mr. Simmons, come and hold me!"
Her acting was convincing, however, she couldn’t muster up any tears.
Arnold Simmons watched quietly, reaching out to pick up the water cup beside him and taking a nonchalant sip, "No playing the victim."
"I’m not pretending!" Donna rebutted with feigned injustice, blinking her eyelashes and finally managing to squeeze out a few drops of tears. "It really hurts."
As she spoke, she directly slumped onto the ground. "Mr. Simmons, I admit I was wrong for lying to you, but I really can’t stand this any longer, can’t you just hold me once more?"
A teary-eyed beauty, like an isolated flower hanging delicately from a branch, instantly knocked to the ground by a gust of wind or a drop of rain, looking pitiful.
Arnold Simmons felt a violent thump in his temples, swallowing back all the reproaches he had prepared to say.
His mood was still sour, but he eventually got up and walked over, picking up the little girl who fell on the ground, "If you are in pain from the impact, you should see the doctor. What good will me holding you do?"
Donna reached out to hug the man’s neck, moving her face closer to his, her voice sweet, "Of course it will help..."
She whispered something in his ear and blushed, bashfully lowering her head. Yet the next moment, she found her face gently lifted by the man.
He lifted his hand to lightly touch her lips, the tip of his fingers immediately stained with a touch of red.
Donna couldn’t help but to frown, complaining a little, "You’ve smudged my makeup."
Saying this, she started looking for her portable mirror.
After scrutinizing herself carefully, she began retouching her makeup, very methodically.
There was no expression on Arnold Simmons’ face, and his voice was flat, "Is your leg not hurting anymore?"
Upon hearing this, she tossed her mirror aside and turned to look at the man beside her. Then she placed her hand on her knee, wincing and groaning pitifully, "It’s still painful, very painful."
The man was unmoved, his face intentionally cold, "You’re lying again."
In response, she moved closer to him and sat down, lightly tugging at his sleeve, then moved away, deliberately whispering something in his ear.
The man raised his arm, pushing her away.
The force was extremely gentle.
However, the girl fell onto the couch following the momentum, holding her forehead and crying out in pain.
Arnold Simmons was taken aback.
He was wondering when his little girl had picked up such petty tricks.
From the moment she entered the door, he had no idea how many times she had pretended to be hurt.
With her face covered, only her wet black eyes were showing as she looked at him, her voice was soft and a bit tearful, "Won’t you really come and comfort me just a little bit?"
The man’s gaze was as dark and profound as a moonless sky, radiating a forlorn chill, only softening when it fell upon her.
Seeing her tears, he couldn’t help but to extend his hand, "Where did you hurt yourself again?"
Even though he knew she was play-acting, he still went along with her.
Playing along with her drama.
The girl instantly traded her tears for laughter, grabbing his hand and snuggling into his arms.
