Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Drank a Little Bit_1
Hannah propped her chin with a smile, her red lips lifted. As soon as Arnold’s face reappeared on the screen, she couldn’t wait to ask, "Arnold, who was that person just now?"
A glimmer flashed in the girl’s eyes, and Arnold knew what she was thinking.
His words were casual and indifferent, "Someone unimportant."
Not giving Hannah a chance to continue asking, he moved onto the previous topic, "Have you been drinking?"
Hannah blinked and gestured slightly with her hands, her tone coquettish, "Only a little bit."
Drinking at gatherings is common on set.
But Arnold was still worried, probably because he was abroad and too far from Hannah.
Hannah fidgeted with her blanket, her voice soft, "Arnold, when are you coming back?"
Her words were full of longing and a bit of grievance.
Arnold’s breath hitched, and he instinctively wanted to reach out to wipe away the girl’s tears.
It was only when he raised his hand that he realized he was touching nothing but cold air.
Feeling a void in his heart, he replied, "Soon."
Hannah mumbled with aggrievance, "What does soon mean?"
She turned over, lying on her back on the bed, her soft black hair spread out on the pure white comforter, the phone held aloft.
From this angle, Arnold could see the girl’s neck reddened, probably too warm, suffocating in the heat.
Arnold could only coax her with a gentle voice, "Go open the window, not too much, just enough to let the air circulate."
Hannah obediently did so.
Upon her return, she hurriedly picked up the phone from the bed, seemingly a bit slow, "Arnold, you still didn’t say when soon is."
Arnold thought seriously for a moment, deliberately paused for a few seconds, waiting until he saw his little girl’s anxious expression before finally relenting, "I’m coming back the day after tomorrow."
His trip abroad was not only to deal with his overseas company’s affairs but also involved some projects related to the Simmons Clan.
Jimmy’s growth rate was indeed very fast, somewhat reminiscent of Old Sir Simmons. Even though he knew he was still under others’ control, he never hid his ambition.
The rivalry with Arnold had reached a do-or-die point.
Yet, he was still somewhat reckless; both his methods and intellect fell short when compared to Arnold.
Jimmy saw Arnold as his rival, yet he never realized that everything he did never escaped Arnold’s grasp.
The emperor seated on the throne always loved watching people fight and struggle, seeing them end up harming each other.
Hannah didn’t hang up the call, and Arnold couldn’t bear to either.
The two of them chatted as if they were together as usual.
Listening to the man’s husky, low voice coming through the phone, Hannah’s smile lingered on her lips. She appeared sleepy.
Perhaps truly tired, her voice was soft and husky, "Arnold, I’ve been thinking about you today too."
It was like a murmured dream, yet it collided straight into the man’s heart.
His breath quickened, and his eyes softened completely, "Mhm, me too."
Even as the light breaths from the other end of the phone came through, Arnold couldn’t bear to hang up.
He listened as if under a spell.
Yearning is poison; it torments one to the core, yet is paradoxically cherished like a sweet delight.
The frenzied desire at its extremity became incomparably sweet because of her soft, coy voice.
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Tiffany Lynch has been a bit distracted lately, even spacing out often during filming, causing the same scene to require multiple takes before passing.
