Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Good Physical Strength_1
"Of course, it’s also possible that I’m just not that important to Mr. Simmons, so..."
The rest of her words were thoroughly sealed by the man before she could speak them.
The sudden closeness of a familiar scent at the tip of her nose made Hannah’s eyes gleam with joy, as she gazed at the man in front of her, it wasn’t until this moment that his eyes truly shone with the brilliance of the moonlight.
It was so beautiful that Arnold Simmons had to repeatedly soften his movements.
After a while, Hannah pulled back a bit, her eyes misty with a thin layer of moisture, yet they seemed especially clear because of a faint light shining in them.
She asked him, "Arnold, do you really dislike them that much?"
The man looked up, the smile at the corner of his mouth so slight it was as if it would return to calmness in the next second, "Who?"
Hannah pouted, complaining in a coquettish tone, "You know who I’m talking about."
Arnold couldn’t resist pinching the girl’s slightly puffed cheeks, soft like tofu, very pleasing to the touch, "Mmm, people who are too stupid always tend to be annoying."
Like George River, and like Jimmy Simmons.
And that so-called movie star who hides in the dark, not daring to step out into the light.
For the first time, Arnold thought that there might be too many rotten peaches around his little girl.
So many that it was vexing.
Seeing Arnold furrowing his brow, Hannah moved herself forward, slightly lowering her head to touch the man’s chin as she laughed, "Arnold, let’s go home, it’s so cold outside."
The girl’s innocent appearance added a touch of charm.
The warm breath slid across his jawline and reached his ear, turning it a shade of red.
Arnold cleared his throat softly, tightening his grip on the girl’s hand, "Mmm, let’s go... go home."
*
A few days after the release of the new song, the initial fervor had already died down.
Even so, the records Hannah set were still out of reach for the other artists of the period.
Naturally, there were quite a few people who were displeased, but just minutes after arranging for somebody to release some negative press, their agents would immediately warn them off.
Perhaps the incident at the party that night had been too shocking; soon, people in the circle understood that there was an extraordinary relationship between Hannah and Arnold.
Whether it would last or not, at least now she was officially acknowledged as his girlfriend, someone even Jimmy Simmons and George River would have to call "little auntie."
For people in the entertainment industry, being from wealthy families like Jimmy Simmons and George River already put one among the top-tier rich second-generation.
But someone like Arnold was alike a height they could never hope to reach in their entire lives.
The outside world didn’t know much about him, and not even a single photo of him could be found on the financial news, so there were even rumors that Arnold might actually be an old man over fifty.
After all, he was Uncle Jimmy’s age, and this number didn’t seem exaggerated.
The secrets of wealthy families naturally would not be known to outsiders.
However, when Hannah first heard this news, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
She had rested for a few days, not leaving the house, just staying in the villa with Arnold, a life not much different from that of a fairy tale.
What should and shouldn’t have been done were pretty much both taken care of.
From the bedroom all the way to the living room couch.
The girl was so drained of strength that she felt completely limp, not even wanting to move a finger.
Arnold gently traced the girl’s soft and pale cheek with his hand, moving up along her jawline, his eyes deep, and finally wiped away a few teardrops that had welled up in the corners of her eyes.
The girl’s long, curling eyelashes trembled slightly.
That tingling sensation was not pleasant for a body already at the brink of exhaustion.
Cold winds howled outside the window, yet the room was heated warmly.
Hannah couldn’t help but shift, turning her face away, then got up to sit on the side, huffing dissatisfiedly with a soft and tender voice, "I wonder if Mr. Simmons in his fifties could still have such good stamina."
