Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Waited a Night
Just as she was about to ask Arnold Simmons to bring her some more food, her phone rang.
She had left her mobile phone aside.
Hannah glanced at it.
It was a call from Jackie Qualls.
She reached out to hang up, and Jackie Qualls seemed to understand something as he didn’t call again.
Arnold Simmons had stayed with Hannah in the hotel room all night, and he had to work the next day. It was just getting light when he prepared to leave.
In bed, Hannah was still a little drowsy, but she noticed the person next to her moving, rubbed her eyes and sat up, "Are you leaving?"
Arnold Simmons was tying his tie, "Hmm, you should sleep a little longer."
Hannah moved towards him with her quilt and tried to help him with his tie, but she failed several times.
She got angry and declared a strike.
Arnold Simmons chuckled, ruffled Hannah’s hair, and tied it up quickly in a few moves.
Hannah pouted, but still asked, "Can I walk you out?"
Arnold Simmons put on his coat, bent down and kissed her face. He was about to say that it wasn’t necessary, but then he heard her happily add, "Just to the room door."
He seemed helpless as he pinched her face.
This time she was without makeup and her face was clean.
Hannah did walk him to the room door. It was only a few steps away. She tiptoed to peck at his lips, and was about to step back, but he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
Perhaps because it was morning.
In a bit, Arnold Simmons stopped, just holding her tightly in his arms, catching his breath, "Be good and come home early."
Hannah leaned on his chest, nodded, and said lazily, "Be careful on the road."
These two sentences made them sound like a couple who had been living together for over a decade.
Hannah waved and watched the elevator door close before she started walking back.
The hotel corridor was long, and she walked very slowly as if slowing down on purpose. It was early, and there was hardly anyone in the corridor.
When she got to the door and was about to push it open, she heard a tired voice behind her, "I saw the news last night, people outside are saying that he’s dead."
Hannah turned around.
The man standing in front of her was still dressed as he was last night, but his eyes were now filled with redness, as if he had been awake all night. The former warmth was dissipated, replaced by a sense of decay.
He looked very different from normal, somewhat gloomy and cold.
Hannah simply stood at the door, smiling, "Are you trying to tell me a ghost story, Mr.Qualls? ’A Chinese Ghost Story’ or ’Ghost’?"
Jackie Qualls stared at her for a while, his gaze fixed on the edge of her eyes as if lost in thought.
Outside the window, the sun was bright, the rising summer sun seemed rather harsh, but the light that fell on her from behind was especially gentle.
The warm light moved slowly along the fluffy carpet to her feet, yet it seemed just out of reach.
Jackie Qualls suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, forcing a gentle smile, "I didn’t go back to my room last night."
Hannah nodded, her gaze fell on the dark circles under his eyes, "I can see that."
Jackie went on, "I called you, but you didn’t pick up. I was worried something might happen to you, so I waited for you all night."
Hannah looked at him for a while before saying, "Am I supposed to say thank you?"
It always seemed that actors’ emotions were "sincere" in an extraordinary way.
