Chapter 722: Chapter 722: A Reward
The man curled his lips and his eyes instantly filled with a soft smile. His movements were extraordinarily gentle as he said, "Done."
Hannah swiveled her head, causing her two dangling pearl earrings to sway with her movements, making her look exceptionally charming.
She turned around and looked up at the attractive face of the man, she could not help but reach out to pinch his cheek. With eyes resembling an entire galaxy, her voice was sweet and soft. "Mr. Simmons is truly wonderful."
"Here’s a reward for you." After saying this, she blinked, propped her chin on the man’s chest, puckered up her red lips and leaned in for a kiss. She closed her eyes. Her eyelashes were fluttering, full of expectation. "Lighten up, or you’ll smudge my lipstick," she reminded him.
Her red lips were seductively attractive, and from this close distance, one could even detect a faint, intoxicating fragrance, blended with the sweetness of honey, which was even more tempting for someone to steal a kiss.
Arnold Simmons bent down, apparently about to touch those red lips, but noticing her sneak a peek, he changed direction.
The kiss that Hannah had been anticipating ended up landing on her earlobe. "Makeup may smudge, so it’s better to kiss somewhere else."
Hannah froze for a moment, then reacted by standing on a chair while holding onto the man’s arm. She was now taller than him by a head.
Arnold Simmons held onto her waist. "Aren’t you afraid of falling from up there?"
Hannah shook her head. In a soft voice full of coyness, she sweet-talked, "I’m not scared. You’ll hold onto me, won’t you?"
She bent down and unabashedly left a lip print on the man’s face, chuckling gleefully, like a cat that just succeeded in playing a prank.
She looked satisfyingly down at the man in front of her. The fresh lip print on his face broke the innate coldness of his eyes, replaced by an inexplicably ambiguous intimacy.
Seeing the triumph in his lady’s smile, Arnold Simmons knew what ridiculous impression his face must be making.
Unperturbed, he gently caressed her porcelain-like face, grasping the back of her head before leaning in to kiss those red lips.
This time, he did not hold back. He dove in over and over again, flipping to and fro.
He could never get enough of her.
As her breath was taken away, Hannah gradually lost her strength and could only lean against the man.
Unable to help but chuckle, he refused to release the sweet taste from his lips, his voice hoarse yet teasing, "You were mighty proud just a moment ago."
With a sense of grievance, Hannah responded, as she closely clung onto his clothes, her eyes misty, "That was then."
The man murmured in agreement but showed no intention of releasing her. Instead, he held onto her soft waist and effortlessly lifted her from the chair.
She leaned against him like a child, her legs gradually weakening, constantly sliding downwards but always gently caught by the man.
Her clothes slightly disheveled, her face flushed with the colors of spring, her red lips as enticing as ripe cherries, revealing a seductive charm.
Her makeup did indeed smudge.
Hannah lean heavily against him, listening to his heartbeat, instructing him to remove her makeup. She was so comfortable, she didn’t even wish to lift a finger.
She just lay there, indulging in the moment.
Arnold Simmons chuckled and pinched her nose, "You really are a spoiled one."
Hannah just hummed in response, turning around to hug him tightly around his waist.
4:45 in the early morning.
Unable to reach Hannah’s mobile, Teresa Gordon could only go and wake her up in person.
Standing hesitantly at the door for a moment, seeming a bit unsure before finally raising her hand to knock on the closed door. "Hannah, are you awake? It’s almost time for the magazine shoot. You also have to try on the outfits later. Please hurry up."
