Chapter 829: Chapter 829 No Courage_1
He tugged at the corner of his lips, his smile somewhat forced, probably because he rarely expressed emotions, "If you want, of course you can, I will help you."
She thanked him, "Thank you."
He replied to her, "No need to thank me."
After all, she still didn’t have the courage to voice those words.
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Jack Stewart had something come up last minute and sent an assistant to pick up Hannah, and midway Hannah made a call asking the assistant to head back first.
The assistant initially disagreed, worried about how to explain to Jack Stewart, but Hannah pretended to be angry, and he dared not say no, only repeatedly reminding her to not wander off and to let him know when she got home.
The assistant’s nagging manner also seemed to be influenced by Jack Stewart.
Outside the recording building, a low-key luxury car parked by the roadside didn’t attract anyone’s attention.
In this city where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, luxury sportscars are no longer confined to the pages of novels.
Even from a distance, Arnold Simmons spotted Hannah instantly.
Surrounding the young girl were circles of fans, and nearby, security guards were working hard to maintain order, with fans holding up light sticks in their hands.
She was bending her head, focusing on signing autographs for her fans, her cheek-framing wisps of hair tucked behind her ear revealing her delicate and fair profile, eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors that made it hard to look away.
A young fan exclaimed with excitement, "Hannah I really love you so much, you’re so beautiful!"
Hannah handed back the autographed photos one by one, "Thank you, you’re beautiful too."
The young fan suddenly became shy, murmuring with her head down, "I... I’m not pretty."
Hannah took the letter the fan had written and replied earnestly, "You are pretty, you have beautiful eyes, a beautiful nose, and because you’re unique, you’re beautiful."
Beauty is not just skin deep, it’s the uniqueness and the spirit within that makes it all the more beautiful.
The young fan couldn’t help tearing up; she was someone with low self-esteem, used to the ridicule of those around her, and mustering the courage to approach her idol with a letter was the bravest thing she had ever done in her life.
"Thank you, Hannah."
She lifted her head, revealing the eyes hidden under her thick bangs.
Hannah was taken aback, looking at the girl as if she had been transformed, and she smiled, "Thank you for liking me too."
The surrounding was filled with the enthusiastic and bold confessions of her fans, and there were even male fans roaring out calls of "my queen."
She looked in the direction of the voices, a smile on her lips, and as soon as the muscle-bound man saw it, his face turned red with embarrassment, adorably coy.
When it was about time, the fans started to leave on their own, and Hannah was led by a staff member to leave through the back door.
The low-key luxury car also left its spot.
Upon coming out of the building, Hannah immediately spotted the man standing by the roadside.
The streetlight stretched his shadow long and soft, softening his somewhat austere features, and as he walked towards her, it was as if he isolated all the cold of the winter night outside.
Hannah stood still, opening her arms, and the man immediately embraced her.
Arnold Simmons’ embrace was unexpectedly warm and not as cold and indifferent as his demeanor, making Hannah rub against him involuntarily.
As her body gradually warmed up, Hannah looked up at him, "Did you come alone?"
"No, the driver is here too." He extended his hand to tighten the scarf around the young girl’s neck, accidentally touching the delicate skin, feeling the ice-cold touch.
His palms were warm, and Hannah instinctively pressed her face to them.
