Chapter 831: Chapter 831 Nothing at All_1
Arnold Simmons lowered his head, his nose lightly brushing against her cheek, inhaling the faint, elusive fragrance. His voice was slightly deep, "Tired?"
"Mhm." A somewhat hoarse and soft nasal voice, Hannah found a comfortable position, nodded her head, and then closed her eyes.
Arnold then pulled over a blanket that was prepared nearby and covered the young girl, holding her in his arms, carefully gripping her soft, small hands.
In the darkness, his gaze was focused and tender.
Outside the window, the night was cool and clear. Even the cold of winter couldn’t stop people’s enthusiasm, as affectionate couples and groups of friends were visible everywhere.
Back then, he had been alone, indifferent in his heart despite the noise around him.
His feelings were scarce, love even more so, scarce to the point that he had never thought about companionship until he met the young girl in his arms.
Embracing the person in his arms, waves of warmth continuously spread into his heart.
Sometimes, he selfishly wished it were only the two of them; he loved only her, and she loved only him.
But he couldn’t bear it.
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When Hannah woke up again, it was still dark.
The blanket still held the warmth of another person, probably having left not long before.
At this hour, Arnold could only be in the study.
Hannah sat up in bed, bent her knees, cupped her face with her hands and sighed, "As expected, the daily life of a domineering president isn’t just about romance."
The novels are all lies, the promised contract maid never appeared, and neither did the sweet wife who ran off with the ball.
She was disappointed and sad, and only found comfort when looking at her own beautiful face.
So Jinlian, awakened in the middle of the night, could only drag herself out of bed to bring over the mirror for her master.
Out of breath, she collapsed on the bed, "Master, have you ever heard a story?"
Hannah, looking at her perfect reflection even upon waking, asked, "What story?"
Jinlian said, "It’s about someone who looked in the mirror in the middle of the night and ended up being dragged into the mirror."
After finishing, it perked up its ears, waiting for its master’s scream, even preparing to clap and cheer.
Unfortunately, Hannah had no reaction and spoke solemnly to the mirror, "That story is boring. Why don’t I tell you about how the mermaid was fished out by the prince and then cooked in a pot and eaten?"
She smiled gently, Jinlian’s fur bristled, and it leapt three feet high, "Master, are you a devil?"
Hannah paid it no more attention.
At three in the morning, she went downstairs.
Outside the window, the cold wind howled, and the branches shook as if demons were extending their claws, the leaves mostly blown off, ending up in a corner of the wall.
Hannah took a bottle of ice water from the fridge.
The cold touch dispelled some of the heat and irritation on her body.
Thinking about the wound she saw on Arnold’s hand today, she suddenly remembered something.
Something about Arnold’s past in the original storyline.
This antagonist, who in the later stages of the story single-handedly took on the protagonist group—coming within a step of a complete wipeout—had also been just a pitiable child.
The Simmons family had never treated him as one of their own; although they provided a place to live, he still had to fend for his own meals, so lowly that even the household servants could bully him at will.
In such circumstances, even though he shared a birthday with Jimmy Simmons, no one would remember to wish him a "Happy Birthday."
When he finally managed to save up enough money over half a year to buy himself a small cake, it still ended up being caught and ridiculed by Jimmy.
