Chapter 931: Chapter 931 No Fooling Around_1
Even to this day, he always remembered those eyes he saw through the iron cage. Even bathed in blood and scars, those eyes remained as still as dead water in a pond, like a beast in the jungle staring you down.
Ready to break through the cage any moment and tear a chunk of flesh from you.
Such a person has paranoia and violence etched into his bones.
After that day, his disdain for Arnold Simmons deepened, not because he had killed Duarte, but because of an unexplainable fear.
By the time he looked up again, they were already far away, but he could still faintly hear the girl’s soft, coquettish voice, "Arnold, I don’t like stories, I only like you, let’s kiss, shall we?"
Jimmy Simmons was so angry he wanted to smash everything around him, but he stopped himself when his gaze fell upon the swing swaying in the wind.
He called a servant over, "Take down that swing for me!"
After he said it, and the servant brought the tools, he was so furious he threw the stuff aside, "Get out, all of you!"
*
In the car.
Hannah almost plastered herself to Arnold’s body, her arms tightly wrapped around his, looking up at him with a sullen face, her voice muffled, "Mr. Simmons, do you really not want to kiss me?"
Upon hearing these words, the driver quickly raised the partition behind the seats and focused on driving.
Arnold was still seriously looking at the documents in his hand, unaffected, his entire demeanor becoming abstinent and clear due to the rim of golden glasses on his face.
Hannah sighed, leaning her head against the man’s shoulder in discouragement and nuzzling it slightly, her voice soft, "I really have no interest in the story Jimmy told, if it wasn’t about you, I wouldn’t have listened to his nonsense, really."
She raised two fingers, a serious and stern look on her face.
But set against her messy black hair and rosy white cheeks, she looked like she was pouting no matter how one saw it, as though her words could not be taken seriously.
Arnold didn’t turn a single page of the document in his hand but still responded with feigned indifference, "Hmm."
Hannah sighed again, idly blowing at the hairs in front of her.
Only when those stray hairs tickled her forehead did she nuzzle the man’s shoulder again, "Mr. Simmons, are the documents really that interesting?"
Her voice was full of grievance, but the warm breath she expelled landed on the man’s neck, feeling his body stiffen in an instant, yet Hannah seemed unsatisfied as she moved even closer.
She called out softly, "Mr. Simmons, are you jealous again?"
In the midst of speaking, her warm, slightly cool lips seemed to brush unintentionally against the man’s earlobe, touching it fleetingly. A tingling sensation spread from the earlobe to his chest.
Like a small stone breaking the calm surface of a lake.
His feigned calmness was collapsing in an instant under the girl’s deliberate and inadvertent provocations.
Even though he couldn’t restrain his emotions inwardly, he still managed to maintain an outward composure.
But his slightly heavier breathing betrayed him.
Hannah showed a smile, carrying a seductive air, yet her eyes remained innocently pure. The intertwining of both traits further challenged Arnold’s patience.
In the quiet car, a soft cough from the man suddenly rang out. Arnold shifted his position, crossing his long legs, the documents now resting on his lap, conveniently covering it.
"We’re still in the car, what’s the fuss about?"
The words were a rebuke, but what transpired was more indulgence and doting, and spoken in the man’s deep voice, they carried an intense, enticing undertone.
"I’m not fussing," Hannah suddenly reached out and clasped the man’s neck.
