Chapter 819: Chapter 819: Hid Many Things_1
Arnold Simmons remained unflustered, but the grip on the girl’s hand tightened quietly.
Thomas Sanders’ eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide as he looked at Arnold, "Holy crap, you’ve been taken care of, is it that thrilling?"
Faced with his little girl’s winking at him, Arnold could only helplessly and indulgently respond affirmatively, as if confirming Hannah’s words.
His gaze towards Thomas Sanders was serene, but it only wavered slightly when he looked at Hannah again, "He’s called Thomas Sanders, one of my subordinates... not any kind of big brother."
Clearly, jealousy was seeping out, yet the man managed to show no hint of it on his face.
Hannah nodded her head, treating him as if indulging her own little child, "Alright, Thomas Sanders."
The little girl’s voice was soft, and even changing the way she addressed him seemed to have no effect.
Arnold’s expression was indifferent as he found Thomas Sanders increasingly superfluous.
Thomas Sanders felt that his understanding of Arnold was completely shattered, and he was overstuffed with dog food. In the end, he left with only the phrase, "You rich people really know how to play," before running off.
It wasn’t about playing at all; he had known Arnold for several years and had never seen him like this.
Ever since that little girl appeared, his gaze never left her for a moment, making even looking at him feel redundant.
Enough to drive a single man mad!
Descending to the ground floor, Thomas Sanders caught sight of Golden Lotus who had come out to look for food.
Golden Lotus was too scared to move, fortunately, Thomas Sanders didn’t notice anything amiss, simply touching his chin thoughtfully and muttering, "Seeing too much of others’ public displays of affection, even the dog’s gone bald, really drives one nuts. Maybe I should change jobs? No, no, my next employer might not be so generous..."
Rambling on, Thomas Sanders left the villa.
Once the door closed, Golden Lotus stomped on the cookie she had just managed to snatch, crushing it furiously with her foot several times.
Screaming, "I am not bald! I am not bald!!!"
*
"Mr. Simmons, you seem to have kept a lot from me, haven’t you?"
In the quiet and empty study room, Hannah playfully fiddled with the papers on the desk, her eyes brimming with laughter, charming like a maiden amongst the flowers.
The paper was covered with dense text, mostly in foreign languages; Hannah glanced down casually, only making out that it was about company matters, probably confidential.
Arnold didn’t stop her, letting Hannah flip through them and even took the initiative to explain what was written.
It was a seriousness he never showed in front of others.
After listening for a while, Hannah felt dizzy and complained, "I don’t want to be a greasy, domineering President, why are you telling me all this?"
Arnold hugged her, letting her sit in his embrace, leaning against her cheek, and spoke softly, "I just want you to know that there’s nothing I need to hide from you."
Turns out, he had remembered the offhand comment she made earlier, despite his face showing no sign of it.
She couldn’t help but laugh, looking up and landing a kiss on the man’s chin, a gentle, soft peck, like a petal falling on the center of the forehead, carrying the intoxicating touch of spring breeze.
She said, "Arnold, you’re getting cuter and cuter."
"Cute" is often used to describe girls; if someone had used it to describe Arnold before, he definitely wouldn’t have spared their feelings. Most people who met him were always on edge, even careful with their words after pondering them thoroughly.
Fearing him yet wanting to please him.
Interests always tempt the heart.
But this phrase, coming from his own little girl, sounded exceptionally pleasing to his ears. He laughed softly, lowered his head to bring his face back to her lips, "Hmm, you’re very cute too."
Hannah obediently planted a kiss on his face.
