Chapter 933: Chapter 933 It’s All About You_1
Hannah tugged at his sleeve gently, persistent as she asked again, "Is it really just because I was standing with Jimmy Simmons?"
Arnold Simmons averted his gaze, turned his head away, and the night beyond his glasses seemed blurrier than before, yet the girl’s soft voice was exceptionally clear.
He parted his thin lips and slowly said, "Twenty-seven minutes and three seconds, you were alone with him, you listened to his nonsense, and he boasted to me..."
At this point, a hint of coldness crept into the man’s smile as he lowered his voice, "Just as foolish as before."
Hannah leaned in, her warm hands cupping the man’s cool cheeks through the glasses and met his narrow eyes, "Arnold, what did you say in your last sentence?"
Arnold wrapped his arms around her soft waist, gently tightened his embrace, and pulled her into his chest, "It’s nothing."
Hannah didn’t intend to keep asking, she leaned forward, pressing directly against Arnold, lowered her head, her lips brushing his cheek as she spoke one sentence after another, "I got lost before, I don’t know how Jimmy Simmons found me, I don’t like him, he did talk a lot, but it was all about you."
She withdrew her hand and covered the man’s with a warmer palm.
Arnold’s voice was low and husky, his gaze fixed on the girl’s clear eyes, tempting her with his words, "What exactly did he tell you."
He waited for her answer.
But Hannah lowered her gaze, recalling not Jimmy’s words but the description from Jinlian about the original plot, and a part of her own past.
Whether fighting with beasts for food or enduring ridicule and insult, she endured it for a long time.
So long that she herself had grown numb, even able to watch her wounds tear and heal over and over again, silently.
The slightly excited Hannah suddenly grew soft, sinking into Arnold’s embrace, her head buried in his chest, muttering softly, "He said a lot..."
Her voice was soft and fine as she uttered the words, recounting Jimmy’s story without any pretense or embellishment.
That dull and dark past, even if it was filled with blood and disgrace, Hannah knew that the man in front of her could bear it.
He was stronger than she had imagined; even if someone tore open his wounds and poured salt into them, he could still converse and laugh without changing his expression.
Because he didn’t care.
Indeed, Arnold didn’t care; being called a bastard or a madman, none of it mattered to him.
Because his eyes only fell on Hannah, and perhaps sensing the girl’s slightly despondent mood, he lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek.
His voice was extremely soft, "If you’re tired, get some sleep. I’ll always be here."
*
Early the next day, as soon as it was light, Hannah rushed back to the crew.
Arnold was busier than her; he left the house before dawn.
On the way back, she received a call.
Hannah glanced at the caller ID and answered, "Mr. Qualls, aren’t you a movie star? You must be really busy. Thank you for speaking up for me about the issue online before. If someone of your stature really came to play an extra on our set, wouldn’t you feel it to be beneath you?"
Apparently having said similar things many times before, Hannah’s tone sounded somewhat lazily tired.
On the other end, Jackie Qualls listened but didn’t take it to heart.
