Chapter 797: Chapter 797 Don’t Cry Later
The strength in both hands gradually waned.
From initial submission to subsequent resistance, despite his reluctance, Arnold Simmons still let go of the girl.
Forcing himself to look away, he reached out to help button up the girl’s collar.
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, her face flushed red, which made anyone who saw her feel utterly soft.
She leaned in, resting on the man’s chest, listening to his heart pounding like a drum. A hint of a smile finally appeared on her lips, mixing joy with a slightly teasing intent, "Arnold, your heart is beating so fast."
Finishing her sentence, she rubbed her soft cheek against his, laughter pouring out, brimming with delight.
A touch of warmth emanated from within him, but it felt exceptionally boiling.
This heartbeat could hardly be simply described as rapid. Yet, Arnold maintained his usual composure, a faint smile on his lips, the indulgence in his eyes was evident.
His voice was deep and husky, "Stop teasing."
"I’m not teasing." She sat up discontentedly, with a pout, looking hurt.
The look in Arnold’s eyes gradually deepened, "Tease me anymore and you’ll cry later."
Hannah bit her lip, met Arnold’s gaze, realized something, sullenly glared at him, and finally obediently crawled to the other side, wrapping herself in the blanket lying down.
The voice was full of suppressed indignation, "Fine, I’ll stop teasing. I’m going to sleep now. Don’t you dare disturb me."
It was already seven in the evening. They had returned from the airport and the dinner time had long passed.
Earlier, seeing the girl sleeping so soundly and looking so exhausted, Arnold didn’t have the heart to wake her up, but now he had no choice.
He first got out of bed, sorted out the files scattered all over the bed, then went over to Hannah’s side and sat down. His voice was unusually gentle, "It’s time for dinner."
Hannah pulled the blanket over her head, "Not hungry."
"You’ll get a stomachache if you don’t eat, even if you’re not hungry." Arnold stretched out his hand to pull, but couldn’t move it.
Hannah held the blanket tightly.
It wasn’t that she was angry; she just wanted to playfully tease Arnold. The playful teasing between couples; there wasn’t a particular reason for it.
She just wanted to act spoiled and be a little fussy around him.
Just like Arnold said, she was indeed intolerably spoiled.
But also unbearably cute.
It was quiet outside, stuffy and hot underneath the blanket, but Hannah was patient, although sweat was already trickling down her nose, she still didn’t move.
Did he leave?
The thought only made her feel even more displeased.
Before she could think any further, she was suddenly scooped up from underneath the blanket.
The sudden loss of weight widened her eyes, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat still hung from her nose. She looked like a cat that had just been found after a long game of hide-and-seek.
"Arnold!"
Once she realized what was happening, she couldn’t help but cry out.
"Where are you taking me?"
The not-so-thick blanket covered up the little girl’s disheveled short skirt.
Arnold held the girl in his arms, steady and secure, "To have dinner."
At this point, all Hannah could do was cling onto Arnold’s neck, burying her head, her voice muffled, "I can walk on my own."
Arnold descended the stairs, "Hmm, I know, but I’ll carry you."
Her protest was futile.
Hannah could only obediently stay in Arnold’s arms, being carried by him and seated at the dining table.
The food on the table was still steaming, looking like it was just prepared.
Hannah discarded the blanket from her lap, took a bite, and her eyes squinted with satisfaction, "Arnold, did you make this?"
Arnold, ’Who else do you think is in the villa?’
Hannah immediately looked at him with admiration, eyes gleaming, "How can you be so amazing?"
