Chapter 887: Chapter 887 Whatever You Say Is Fine_1
Jimmy Simmons’s expression was far from pleasant, the smile at the corner of his mouth twisted with malice.
Hannah leaned against Arnold Simmons’s shoulder, her eyelashes quivering slightly, as a warm, large hand covered her head.
Gently rubbing the head of his little girl, recognizing the cunning amidst her subtle movements, Arnold Simmons didn’t call her out, but said in a deep voice, "They are all younger relations, and it’s good of you not to mind. There wasn’t much affection to speak of in the first place, so there’s no talk of destruction."
Their coordinated performance pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a whole new level.
Jimmy Simmons, not getting any advantage, only fixed his gaze on Hannah, but his smile became increasingly obvious, his eyes, tinged with malice, slightly narrowed. He finally spoke, "It’s my fault, I do hope my little aunt won’t be mad at me."
He intentionally emphasized those three words, though when spoken, they seemed oddly infused with an indescribable meaning.
Arnold Simmons tenderly caressed the palm of the young girl, his gaze towards Jimmy distant and profound, with a darkness underneath akin to a cold, deep pool, black and inscrutable, exuding mystery.
Unaware of the clash in their gazes, Hannah appeared rather pleasantly surprised, "Jimmy, were you calling me just now?"
In such a short time, the form of address had changed.
Jimmy’s smile remained unchanged, his voice oddly gentle, "Of course, little aunt."
Hannah, delighted like a child successful in a prank, tiptoed to plant a kiss on Arnold Simmons’s chin. Her coquettish voice dripping with sweetness, "Mr. Simmons, did you hear that? Jimmy finally agreed to call me."
Arnold Simmons wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, responding softly, "Hmm."
Everyone had the illusion of witnessing an instant family recognition scene.
Hannah then turned her gaze to Tiffany Lynch.
Tiffany Lynch suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, Hannah’s next words were, "Jimmy, this is your girlfriend, right?"
This was another piece of gossip.
Compared to Arnold Simmons and Hannah, this was even more sensational, as not everyone inspired the same fear and reticence for gossip as Arnold Simmons did.
At that moment, Tiffany’s earlier unease morphed into anticipation towards Jimmy Simmons.
Waiting for his answer.
But Jimmy Simmons just smiled without speaking, his gaze remaining on Hannah’s delicate face, his hand in his pocket clutching nothing, his fingertips brushing the fabric.
Having stood for a while now, his leg was starting to feel uncomfortable.
No one noticed, except for Hannah, who glanced at his knee for a moment before shifting her gaze away.
Answering for him, "She must be the girlfriend, I know Miss Lynch too. Since that’s the case, consider her my niece-in-law, and she should also call me ’little aunt’."
As she spoke, she looked up at Arnold Simmons with a wheedling tone, "Arnold, what do you think?"
Arnold obviously chose to indulge her, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile, "Of course, whatever you say is good."
Hannah was satisfied and turned back to Jimmy, "Nephew, what do you say?"
This time she didn’t even use his name.
Hannah felt that in this moment, she and Arnold Simmons were like the villains in a story, antagonists pushing the protagonist to the brink of madness, testing the limits.
It was exceptionally thrilling.
Jimmy Simmons’s notoriously stubborn nature was well-known; he had caused no small amount of trouble during his studies and was someone who acknowledged no superior.
Initially, everyone thought Jimmy Simmons would embarrass Hannah on the spot, berating her in front of everyone, but the situation turned out surprisingly harmonious.
Jimmy Simmons was not only not angry, but he even responded to Hannah’s calling him "nephew."
People were more willing to interpret Jimmy’s compliance as being due to Arnold Simmons’s intimidating pressure.
