Chapter 920: Chapter 920 A Good Talk_1
Hannah pouted, then leaned forward, bringing her face to the man’s lips, rubbing lightly, and actively seeking his favor, "I’m not stupid, who else would I find to splash money on me if not you?"
This time, Arnold didn’t refuse, and fulfilled his wish with a kiss, sighing softly, "As long as you know."
He embraced her tightly, with a binding strength.
Actually, the girl was so lovely that there were plenty of people who wanted to spend money on her.
A beautiful face, savvy, pure yet seductive, once touched, one couldn’t bear to let go.
What really should worry him was himself.
But what of it? She was his.
As long as he didn’t let go, others shouldn’t even dream of it for the rest of their lives.
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The Simmons family’s old house didn’t have the same ancient charm as the River family’s old house; it looked more like a hybrid of Chinese and Western, an European-style courtyard, still showing yesterday’s luxury.
In the garden, well-planted roses could be seen everywhere, it was just a pity that it was not the season for the roses to bloom.
Perhaps because it had no master living in it, even with regular maintenance by professionals, the old house still exuded a sense of desolation.
Walking from the foot of the mountain to the mid-mountain, one could see people standing at the entrance of the courtyard from afar, and among them was Jimmy.
The rest included some relatives from the Simmons family’s side branches, as well as the old house’s servants.
Since the demise of Old Sir Simmons and Jimmy’s parents one after another, most of the Simmons family’s servants were dismissed, with only a few loyal ones left to take care of the house.
Jimmy was clothed in black, his expression a lot more somber and serious than before, without a trace of his usual light smile, casting a more somber shadow on his brows as he watched the two approaching side by side.
As he said, he indeed came back to pay respects to his parents.
"Uncle," Jimmy took the initiative to step forward, first shouting to Arnold, then shifted his gaze to Hannah.
Perhaps Arnold had spoken to her, for that day Hannah had also switched to a low-profile black suit.
The cold wind whistled, and although it was such a heavy color, she still wore it with a unique, clear elegance.
Even with light makeup, her beauty outshone the flowers, the blush on her lips was more vibrant than the plum blossoms blooming in the corners.
Jimmy darkened his eyes, slightly bowed his head, and then called out again, "Auntie."
She indeed smiled, calling him in an elder’s tone, "Jimmy, you’re getting more sensible."
The few people nearby were shocked by their exchange but didn’t dare to say much.
The fact that someone stood by Arnold’s side was known to them; the Simmons family members had previously set their sights on Arnold, but then some incidents happened, and they dared not anymore.
Everyone was just surprised at Jimmy’s attitude towards Arnold’s companion.
Only the eldest among them looked at Hannah displeasingly. In the end, he remained silent and only spoke to Arnold, "We haven’t seen each other for many days, now that you’re here, let’s spend some good time together."
The man was originally just a side branch of the Simmons family, but since he was the only one left of his generation, he often acted like an elder.
By seniority, even Jimmy would have to call him Third Granduncle.
Perhaps recent good days had made the Third Granduncle temporarily forget Arnold’s tactics; at that moment, he even put on the airs of an elder.
Arnold simply looked over with a gentle gaze filled with a smiling intent, but it inexplicably made one feel a chill to the bone, "We should indeed have a good talk."
He spoke coldly, and everyone instantly braced themselves.
