Chapter 718: Chapter 718: Day and Night
As if she couldn’t resist even under the greatest grievances.
However, hearing his little girl utter such words, it genuinely aroused in him a desire to possess and rob.
His hand was still gently stroking her black hair, each time, he felt more obsessed. His voice was deep, "I’ve beheaded him and thrown him off a cliff. He’s probably long dead. Even if you miss him, he can’t come back."
The man laughed and spoke cruelly. He lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms.
Hannah was stunned. Upon encountering the man’s deep gaze, she stammered, "You’re really cruel."
Arnold Simmons nodded nonchalantly, "So from now on, you can only stay by my side. If you try to run, I’ll lock you in a cage and keep you at my side day and night."
His voice was low and pleasant, his tone serious, with no hint of a joke.
Hannah reached out and grabbed the man’s dark tie. She slightly tugged at it and felt the warm temperature beneath the fabric. She didn’t let go, her eyes fixed on him, "So, are you going to lock me up in the dark room?"
She didn’t look scared at all. Instead, she seemed somewhat eager.
Bowing her head with a blush taking over her beautiful white cheeks.
Arnold Simmons gave a low chuckle, tightened his hold around her, gently moved his hand up her jaw, finally resting on the cool earlobe. He had a hard time letting go.
He lowered his head and kissed her soft cheek, gradually moving down until he stopped just above her red lips, "I want to, but I can’t bear to."
The heat of his breath, so close, was like a net enveloping her whole being. The warmth emanating from her ears caused Hannah to squirm closer into his arms.
Her voice was soft and coquettish. She gently touched his chest and murmured, "Arnold Simmons, you’re doomed, you must be deeply in love with me."
She couldn’t help but snicker, her eyes narrowing into crescents.
Arnold Simmons met her gaze, not denying it. His eyes were extremely dark, like the night sky. The woman in front of him was like the crescent moon hanging in his heart.
He leaned in to kiss the redness at the corner of her lips, a twinkle in his eyes and laughter in his voice, "Hmm, maybe. "
Hannah dodged his kiss, her fingers tightly gripping his shirt buttons. Her soft, white cheeks puffed up, perhaps she was angry or acting coy, "I don’t want maybe, I want definitely."
She clung tightly to his arm, rubbing her head against it. Her soft hair brushing his hands. She was unrelenting, "Tell me, you’re definitely in love with me, right?"
The girl’s clear eyes were exceptionally pure. She looked at him with anticipation, blinking softly, as if melting snow was layered over them.
Enough to soften one’s heart.
Arnold Simmons concealed a smile, withdrew his hand, spoke with a calm and pleasing voice, "Who would be so shameless as to force a confession of love from someone else?"
"There is one, and it’s me." Hannah let go, stared wide-eyed at him, and proudly declared, "But what does it matter, you still like me so much."
Arnold Simmons was left breathless and unable to retort.
Hannah leaned in again, affectionately hugged Arnold Simmons’ arm and draped herself over him. It seemed that she got the answer she desired which made her extremely happy.
