Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Do You Want to Rest a Bit?
The madness that emerges after tearing apart all rationality, is as mysterious and charming as the sea.
Hannah couldn’t help but gently poke the man’s chin with her fingers, not feeling it was enough, she scratched it lightly, which made herself laugh.
Someone can have a blast all on their own.
She was oblivious to the ever-deepening gaze in the man’s eyes and the gradual downward shift of his line of sight.
After a long while, the computer screen went dark. Without the cool white light of the screen illuminating his face, the expression in the man’s eyes grew increasingly profound.
By the time Hannah realized and tried to retract the little hand that had been causing trouble, it was held tightly by the man, she had to beg for mercy, "I’m sorry, I won’t disturb you anymore."
He raised his hand, pinching her face. Perhaps because she had just had a bath, a faint pink glow appeared beneath her porcelain skin, making her look like a ripe peach that was irresistible to bite into.
Arnold Simmons let his hand glide over the smooth and delicate cheek of the girl, finally pinching her lips and murmuring, "This little mouth, it loves to tell lies."
Hannah protested indistinctly, "I wasn’t."
Arnold Simmons planted a light kiss and stood up again, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "If I say you did, then you did."
Hannah struggled uncomfortably in Arnold’s embrace, lightly slapping the back of his hand. She planned to run away as soon as he let go.
But she was quickly pulled back and restrained, left with no choice but to compromise, "Alright, alright, I’m just worried you might be too tired and was asking if you wanted to rest."
As she said this, Hannah seemed to think of something. A light flickered in her eyes and she climbed atop the man’s neck, nested in his embrace. With a sweet voice and sultry glances, she teased, "So, do you want to rest?"
Arnold Simmons knew at a glance what his little lady was thinking. Even if the fire within him was burning hot, his eyes remained unemotional, "Hmm, time to sleep."
Hannah pouted, crossing her arms, "Aren’t you afraid I might go find another man if one day I’m... unsatisfied?"
Arnold Simmons looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint emanating from behind his glasses, "You can try."
Hannah felt guilty under his gaze and quickly tried to appease him, "I was just joking."
She nestled in his arms, playing with her own fingers out of boredom until a thought struck her and she reached out to touch the glasses on his nose.
Arnold Simmons seemed helpless but didn’t stop his little lady from being more and more audacious in her actions.
It wasn’t until the glasses were removed from his face and landed in her hands.
Hannah played with them for a while, finding the prescription not too strong, and decided to put them on her own face.
After looking around, she turned to the man behind her, "Arnold, don’t you think I look much better than you in these glasses?"
Arnold Simmons leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her rosy cheeks. A smile surfaced on his lips as he whispered, "Yes, better than me."
Hannah struggled to get up to look in the mirror, but Arnold held her waist tight. His cool lips moved from her cheek to her crimson lips.
Hannah blinked her eyes, and through the layer of glasses, it seemed that she could see everything more clearly.
Enough to let her glimpse the tenderness in the man’s eyes, brighter than the stars, more turbulent than the sea, absolutely irresistible.
The next second, the glasses on her face were removed, replaced by a warm palm. He seemed intentionally not letting her glimpse the tenderness in his eyes; while his actions were gentle, they were indicative of an affectionate yet dominant restraint.
The night outside the window was hazy, but it couldn’t compare to the seductive warmth radiating from her eyes and brows.
