Chapter 646: Chapter 646: Rose
But even so, it didn’t stop other girls from casting measuring glances.
They hesitated, their faces flushed with shyness.
Then they gathered their courage and approached.
The swaying of Hannah’s foot halted instantly. She tapped her foot on the ground, furrowed her brows. The joyous smile on her face faded by half, and she puffed up her cheeks.
But soon, the girl slumped and turned to leave.
Hannah finally flashed a satisfied smile, humming happily. The fireworks reflected in her amber eyes, just meeting the worried gaze of the man.
She waved her hand, and Arnold Simmons turned his head around.
The lines were indeed long, Hannah felt a bit bored, and raising her head, she was met with a huge cartoon bear face.
A pair of black, shiny eyes, the bear’s smiling face straightforward and innocent.
The next second, the cartoon bear presented a bouquet of bright roses from behind, offering them to Hannah.
It was like a magic trick.
Hannah looked up at the black eyes of the bear, pointing to herself with her fair fingertips. A smile bloomed on her face, her voice sweet and soft, "For me?"
The cartoon bear seemed unable to talk, just stubbornly loosened its grip on the bouquet slightly and tilted its head, seemingly eager for approval.
Hannah didn’t move, her hands propped on the bench, her feet swaying lightly. The smile on her lips was sweet, but there was a hint of allure in her eyes and brows, "Do we know each other?"
She seemed purely curious about this question.
The bear still didn’t respond, the hand holding the bouquet didn’t retract. It lowered its head, looking quite pitiful, making others want to ruffle its head.
Quite a few people stopped to watch this odd pair.
Hannah blinked her dark eyes, asking it, "Is it only for me?"
The cartoon bear nodded.
Hannah then asked: "Is it because I’m beautiful?"
This time, the cartoon bear seemed to hesitate for a bit.
Hannah’s voice was soft and gentle from behind her mask. Her eyes were exquisite, innocent yet captivating. Even with half her face covered, one could tell that she was undeniably beautiful.
A passerby murmured, "Even the cartoon mascots in amusement parks are judging by looks now? How come no one gave me roses?"
The chatter of the passersby reached Hannah’s ears, but she didn’t mind. She was just a little displeased with the cartoon bear’s momentary hesitation.
She crossed her arms, her soft cheeks puffed up, "You should go now, my boyfriend will be back soon."
The cartoon bear, holding the bouquet, tightened its grip, as if making up its mind. It shoved the flowers into Hannah’s arms and turned to run away.
Perhaps the mascot suit was really heavy; it tripped slightly on the way but didn’t slow down at all.
It brushed past Arnold Simmons, who was returning with ice cream.
He didn’t take a second look, seemingly not recognizing it.
Hannah pulled the carefully wrapped bouquet of roses from her bosom. The thorns on the stems hadn’t been completely removed, and they looked like they had been prepared long in advance.
Arnold Simmons stood in front of Hannah, his gaze falling on the bouquet of roses. His expression didn’t change, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. He cleared his throat, his tone feigning indifference, "Your ice cream."
When the most popular fairy tale house in the amusement park reached its specific opening time, the crowd around it suddenly lessened by half.
