Chapter 852: Chapter 852 There’s No Next Time_1
Her voice sounded as if it still carried the mist from the bathroom, soft and dripping, "And over here."
When the hair was about seventy percent dry, Arnold turned off the blow dryer in his hand.
The surroundings seemed to become quiet in an instant.
Hannah looked up, and a dragonfly-skimming kiss landed on the man’s chin, "Thank you, Mr. Simmons, you’re so kind."
She intended to run away after the kiss, but before she could get up, she was pulled back into the man’s embrace.
Meeting the man’s gaze, Hannah had an innocent and pure expression, batting her eyes, "Does Mr. Simmons need anything else?"
Arnold caught one of her small hands, held it in his palm, and gently pinched it as he brought up the matter from earlier in the day, "What brought you to me all of a sudden today?"
He looked at the small girl in his arms, her porcelain white cheeks flushed red, his eyes deep with a scorching warmth.
Hannah glanced at him, then shyly dropped her gaze, her slender fingertips lightly tapping his chest, and spoke softly, "Of course, it’s because I missed you."
She then raised her eyes, her curly lashes trembling, stealing glances at the man before her, but quickly averting her gaze when their eyes met, like a girl experiencing the first flutters of love.
Arnold felt a momentary pause in his heartbeat, helplessly and indulgently.
Even though he knew his little girl was acting, he was still entranced by her appearance at that moment.
Her gentle, soft fingertips, like cotton candy dipped in water, slowly climbed up from the man’s chest, finally resting on his shoulder.
By his ear was the girl’s tender voice, still with a warm intention, "Mr. Simmons, you..."
The last two words ripped through Arnold’s last strand of rationale, igniting a wildfire that raced through his blood, scorching his entire body.
She covered her mouth, giggling coyly, her mischief successful. Seizing the opportunity, she hopped out of the man’s arms.
Without even bothering to put on her slippers, she ran toward the door.
Ever since Hannah discovered that Arnold was a man who obsessively clung to his bottom line, they would intermittently play a game of "only responsible for lighting the fire, not for putting it out."
Whether a pure, frail girl or a seductive, bewitching fairy, Hannah always managed to strike the perfect balance.
It was hard for Arnold, even knowing that his little girl was playing, without exception, he took the bait every time.
The tightly shut door was cracked open for a second and then slammed shut with a "bang".
Arnold followed, in his arms the soft body of the girl and her tender, vulnerable voice.
"I was wrong, I didn’t do it on purpose this time, I swear there won’t be a next time."
Arnold remained unmoved, "You said the same thing last time."
He easily captured the little girl in his arms, turned her around to face him, one hand gripping her slender waist like solidified molten iron, impossible to break free from.
The girl blinked with aggrieved eyes, tears about to fall, making her look pitiful with flushed cheeks that were even more heart-stirring.
Filled with a burning ache all over, Arnold experienced a fierce pounding at his temples.
He wanted to hear nothing.
Bending down, he kissed her, her lips even more tender and vulnerable, seeming to bead with moisture at any moment.
He caught her flailing little hands...
The next second, Hannah’s eyes widened, panic appearing for the first time, "Arnold, don’t go too far!"
Her meek voice had no deterrent effect in her stern words, even making it unclear whether she was angry or coquettish.
