Chapter 900: Chapter 900 Want to Go Back_1
"It’s just one thing, this company naturally goes to me, but the person may not..."
The so-called partnership between the two, although George River said he needed time to consider, was basically settled.
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The plot had already gone awry,
Hannah was told by Gold Lotus about what George River had done to Tiffany Lynch just now.
It was not written in the script; Gold Lotus had seen it while greedily sneaking off to steal some food.
Quite a spectacular scene.
The lead actors were actually quarreling over a supporting female character.
But even more spectacular than the quarrel was the fact that Hannah went out for a walk and by the time she returned, the male and female leads had become her juniors.
For Gold Lotus, this was definitely an accomplishment to brag about to Da Lang for an entire year.
Nothing much, it’s just that its owner rocks.
Gold Lotus lay on one side, the wind causing its dog hair to fly messily, "Master, are we going to go back soon?"
The night breeze was cool, but thankfully the night was nice with stars dotting the sky, and the moonlight was even more bright and clear.
Hannah leaned against the back of her chair to enjoy the moon, draped in a large suit jacket.
Her nose was full of a familiar cool scent; she rubbed her nose and spoke with a slightly muffled voice, "Perhaps."
Gold Lotus turned its head back, "Master, don’t you want to go back?"
Hannah lowered her head to look at it, her gaze blending with the darkness of the night, not quite sharp, but her words were calm and without ripples, "No, we need to go back."
Gold Lotus breathed a sigh of relief, gazing at the villain approaching and exhaling deeply.
It was always sad to be nearing the end of a sweet romance novel only to suddenly sense the onset of a tragic love story.
Arnold Simmons draped a blanket over Hannah’s shoulders, frowning when he touched her slightly cool hand, "Let’s go back."
Hannah shook her head, rubbing her head against the man’s shoulder, and then snuggled into his arms, her voice lazy, "No, the moon looks rounder here."
Arnold Simmons caught Hannah’s hand in his palm, warming her hand with his own, his voice low and amused, "You’re talking nonsense again, doesn’t the moon look the same wherever you see it from?"
"It’s different," Hannah pretended to be angry and pinched Arnold Simmons’ waist.
But it didn’t feel as good to the touch.
The moonlight was bright and pure, its simple cold white outshining all the colors in the world.
Arnold Simmons’ gaze returned to the young girl’s eyes, the sheer black of her irises now looking utterly transparent, clearly reflecting her own little world.
He softened his voice, smiling, "Yes, it’s different."
Hannah snapped back to reality, suddenly sat up, and pounced on Arnold Simmons, pinching his face with both hands, pouting, "Alright, Arnold, when did you learn to speak so sweetly?"
Arnold didn’t dodge Hannah’s hands, instead he wrapped his arms around her soft waist to steady her, "I learned it from you."
Hannah pouted, letting go of Arnold’s face and instead hugged his neck, her voice soft, "Nonsense, I would never say such things."
The man smiled silently, gazing affectionately and indulgently at the girl in his arms.
Hannah felt herself going weak under his gaze, awkwardly shifted her eyes away, and changed the subject, "Those words that George River said earlier, didn’t you..."
Arnold knew what she was about to ask and preemptively answered, "I am not angry."
Hannah turned to look at him, blinked, then reached out to cup his face, moved closer, and slowly said, "Yes, I knew my Mr. Simmons was magnanimous, how could he be angry over such a trifle."
After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand and lowered her gaze with a sigh.
