Chapter 853: Chapter 853 Just By the Way_1
Arnold Simmons chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, "Yeah, if you tell the truth, I won’t do anything."
Hannah pouted, looked at him with a sense of grievance, not softening even in "dire straits."
"What if I don’t tell the truth?"
Unable to help it.
Even when reason was burning up, it was like being poisoned, unwilling to stop.
He met the defiant and spoiled gaze of the young girl, seemed to sigh helplessly, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, and said in a deep voice, "Yeah, then I wouldn’t have the heart to do it either."
Getting the answer that satisfied her, Hannah immediately cheered up.
Her mood changed from cloudy to sunny, lively and endearing beyond measure.
Probably really out of options.
Arnold Simmons simply carried her back to the sofa, not continuing the topic they had before, and his hands remained still.
Too quiet.
Finally, Hannah couldn’t stand it any longer, stealing a glance at Jimmy Simmons’s expression, she saw his lowered brows and eyes, which were not so much sad as they were calm.
Hannah reached out to cradle his face, meeting his gaze, hesitating for a moment before speaking again, "Do you really want to know?"
Arnold Simmons looked her in the eyes, stayed silent for a while, then chose to be honest, "Yes."
The night outside the window was deep, the cold winter night was devoid of even the chirping of birds.
The air carried a faint warm fragrance, emanating from Hannah’s body.
Arnold Simmons subconsciously tightened his arms, the small comfort soothing the restlessness in his heart.
Noticing his slight movement, Hannah simply leaned her entire body into his embrace, her voice gentle, speaking slowly, "Actually, today I went to see your little nephew."
She didn’t even mention his name, worried that it would make Jimmy Simmons jealous.
In the end, she added, "Of course, the main thing was I missed you. Seeing him was just incidental."
After she finished speaking, she waited a long time for a response and, thinking he might be sulking with jealousy on his own, she was about to get up to explain and comfort him when the man tightened his hold on her, resting his head on her shoulder.
He nuzzled her like a child seeking affection.
The brush of hair against the sensitive skin of her neck made Hannah instinctively want to dodge a bit, but he misinterpreted it as her trying to escape, and the strength of his hand increased subconsciously.
Hannah couldn’t help but let out a small cry, and before she could say anything, the man realized and loosened his grip.
His voice was low and muffled in her ear, "Sorry."
He held Hannah like a large stuffed toy, full of possession, never willing to let go even a little.
Hannah could only poke his back, laughing, "Arnold Simmons, are you jealous?"
Arnold Simmons kept his eyes closed, his voice slightly deep, "No."
Hannah asked again, "Then are you angry?"
Arnold Simmons was silent for a while, turned his head to press against her face, his breath warm, "Jimmy Simmons is my nephew, my own flesh and blood."
"So what?" Hannah was taken aback, truly not understanding the connection.
Arnold Simmons sat up, his burning hand touched the girl’s soft cheek, bending down to kiss that trace of vermilion fragrance, a sigh escaping, "Some say he looks a bit like me around the eyes and brows."
As he spoke, his gaze was firmly fixed on the girl in his arms, not wanting to miss any change in her expression.
Hannah diverted her gaze to look at the mountain of documents on the desk nearby, then at the bookshelf on the other side.
Only then did she return her gaze to the man’s face.
