Chapter 902: Chapter 902: No More Lies_1
She deliberately brought up what people were saying outside, laughing with exceptional glee.
Arnold Simmons didn’t get annoyed, he just took a piece of clothing and draped it over Hannah, then pulled her into his arms to put her shoes on, with infinite patience.
His deep voice tinged with laughter, yet his face remained dead serious, "Hmm, gifted and tireless."
Hannah paused for a moment before understanding; her bare foot kicked at Arnold’s arm and then she dodged to the side, laughing, "Mr. Simmons, you’re so shameless."
That kick was soft and lacked any deterrent power; it seemed more like she was acting coy rather than being angry.
Especially since the girl’s voice at that moment was a bit hoarse and sweet, making whatever she said particularly ear-tickling.
It was itchy like a feather, lightly touching and stirring up heat
The girl’s face was like a peach blossom, bright and colorful, lively, and enchanting.
Arnold Simmons reached out casually and pulled her back into his embrace, lowered his head to meet her gaze, his voice deep and bewitching, "Wasn’t it you who said I was very impressive?"
Hannah blinked, her face written with naive innocence, she drawled, "Did I?"
Arnold looked at her, pinched her delicate cheek, and then bowed his head to kiss that bright color, his voice husky, "Lying is not a good habit."
What was clearly a gesture of utmost tenderness always seemed to convey a shiver-inducing possessiveness.
Like a spider spinning silk, the affection slowly wove into a complex net that tightly enveloped her, smothering her until she could barely breathe.
A window left slightly ajar let in a cool breeze, striving to dissipate the stuffiness of their little world.
After several rounds, Hannah finally couldn’t help but beg for mercy.
Her eyes brimming with tears, she pleaded with a soft, hoarse voice while nestled in the man’s embrace, "I was wrong, I won’t lie anymore, you’re impressive, you’re the most impressive."
Having said that, she met Arnold’s smile-laden eyes, and even Hannah couldn’t help but blush and laugh shyly.
Her little face was so hot, she couldn’t help but cover it with her hands.
It made her feel even more smothered.
She complained softly, "You forced me to say it."
She looked so pitiful, blinking her eyes as her long eyelashes glistened with precious tears, shining like stars.
Her tearful, hazy eyes were irresistibly lovable.
Arnold Simmons couldn’t resist pressing his lips to her pale cheek, gently pinching her sensitive earlobe, feeling the girl’s slight tremble, he chuckled lowly, "Hmm, I forced you to say it."
He took her back into his arms, dried the tears on her face, then asked again, "Will you lie again in the future?"
Hannah hugged him, pretending to think seriously.
Arnold patiently waited, eager to hear what sort of annoying things that red little mouth would say next.
His eyes filled with indulgence.
After a while, Hannah suddenly gestured mysteriously to Arnold with a beckoning finger.
As if she had a secret to whisper.
Even though there was no one else in the room besides them.
Arnold cooperated and leaned in.
The next second he felt a soft touch on his lips, as she gently pecked him.
It was like an accidental touch, yet unbelievably soft, sweet, and never quite enough.
Taking advantage of Arnold’s momentary daze, Hannah had already run away.
She scampered upstairs, peeking around the corner, pretending to be angry, "Arnold, you’re sleeping in the living room tonight!"
After saying that, she ran off laughing.
That sound was probably the bedroom door being locked.
"So heartless."
A man’s low sigh echoed in the living room.
The mess in the house was eventually cleaned up by Arnold alone.
Hannah lay contentedly on the big bed, swinging her legs back and forth, "He’s so nice, he cleans the house, cooks, I don’t have to do anything, so nice."
Golden Lotus quietly spoke the truth from the side, "It’s because the villain is handsome that the owner praises him, right?"
