Chapter 926: Chapter 926: It Won’t Be Good News_1
She sat on the swing, looking up at people, and her innocent eyes emerged amidst the movement, the swing stirring not only the chill breeze but also the hearts of those around.
He lowered his head to meet her gaze, the sense of familiarity in his heart growing stronger, as if images were flashing rapidly through his mind.
Jimmy Simmons’s expression changed subtly in his eyes, but quickly returned to calm.
His lips curled into a smile, teasing and rebellious, as he lazily leaned against the tree trunk, making no move to shield Tiffany Lynch from view, and even asked, "Want to know what she said about you?"
"Not interested," Hannah shook her head, her gaze falling on the old wooden cabin, her voice mellow, "It’s probably nothing good."
The soft tone mingled with the cold wind, and the faint scent in the air was indistinguishable whether it came from her or from the rosy edge of her lips.
Jimmy Simmons took a slender cigarette from his pocket, but merely held it between his fingers, unlit.
The doctor had specifically cautioned him that his injury should not be exacerbated by smoking or drinking.
But how could businessmen like them ever truly give up these two vices?
He was always unconcerned when conducting his affairs, but glancing at her delicate, pale cheek, and smelling the faint fragrance in the air, he ultimately refrained.
Following Hannah’s gaze towards the wooden cabin and noting her interest, the corners of Jimmy Simmons’s mouth suddenly curved with playful mischief, "Do you know who that cabin was prepared for?"
Hannah saw the malice and mockery in his eyes, smiled lightly without saying a word, just waiting for his answer.
"It was for a dog," Jimmy Simmons spoke, and seeing Hannah’s eyebrows furrow slightly, he laughed again, "Don’t overthink it. The cabin was indeed built for a dog at first. If you don’t believe me, go and see for yourself."
Jimmy Simmons was indeed not lying.
The cabin, whether in size or structure, did appear more suited for some large breed of dog.
Although it was somewhat distant, Hannah could still see the clear scratch marks on the cabin.
Those were left by a fierce dog.
However, while it wasn’t a lie, Jimmy Simmons had only told half the truth.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, and it was only then that Jimmy Simmons belatedly realized he hadn’t lit it, but he just chuckled softly, tossing it to the ground and crushing it into the mud. His squinting eyes seemed to recall a piece of pleasant memory.
"When I was young, my grandfather doted on me. There was a time when I took to keeping all sorts of pet dogs, and after Grandfather found out, he brought me Dutert, and that cabin was made for it," he said, pausing slightly before looking down at Hannah’s calm, clear eyes, desiring to see curiosity or perhaps panic in them.
The intense emotions stirred by him.
Yet Hannah continued to look composed, even picking up his thread, "Let me guess, pets raised by someone like you must be just as proud and rebellious, bloodthirsty and ruthless, right?"
Jimmy Simmons smiled, "It seems I’m quite misunderstood by you, young aunt."
Hannah looked at him, a faint smile on her lips, "Am I?"
Jimmy Simmons raised an eyebrow slightly, not denying it, but merely continued, "Dutert was fed raw meat and live animals, naturally more fierce than ordinary dogs. I always liked it, not only because it was a gift from my grandfather, but also because it recognized only me as its master. Unfortunately, it later died."
As he spoke, he fixedly stared into Hannah’s eyes, word by word.
