Chapter 973: Chapter 973: What to Call Him_1
Roy Yarn came back to his senses and curved his lips towards Hannah. His smile faded a bit when he met Arnold Simmons’s gaze; he nodded slightly, appearing polite yet restrained.
Arnold Simmons also simply nodded briefly before withdrawing his gaze and said to Hannah, "Let’s go."
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The snow outside the car window was getting heavier, creating a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth.
Hannah watched it intently, her smile likely a reflection of novelty.
This was the heaviest snow she had seen since arriving at Blue Star.
Arnold Simmons did not disturb her enthusiasm, merely holding her in his arms and gently kneading her delicate, boneless hands.
He was wearing gloves, which he now took off, revealing his palms still warm.
Only when Hannah had seen enough of the snow scene did she turn her head back to rest it on the man’s shoulder, batting her eyelids so that her lashes lightly brushed against the man’s jade-like cheek.
Arnold Simmons continued to gaze down, focusing on the motions of his hands as if he were delicately playing with a cherished object, his moves tender.
The tickling sensation on his cheek came in waves, accompanied by the girl’s cheerful laughter, as if they were frolicking.
He slightly curved his lips up, his eyes filling with a helpless yet indulgent smile.
When she grew tired, Hannah stopped her antics, rubbing her sore eyes, and curiously asked, "Arnold, do you know Roy as well?"
She thought they must know each other.
Even though the Yarn Family had suffered greatly due to Lynn Yarn’s theft of secrets sold to a rival years ago, their status remained.
Instead of answering her question, Arnold Simmons lifted his hand to caress the girl’s soft, tender white cheek, lightly tracing the blush at the corner of her eye.
With a slight smile on his lips, he uttered two words, "Roy who?"
Realizing what he meant, Hannah pleasingly pushed her cheek into his embrace, blinking her pure and innocent eyes, "We’re friends and he’s a year older than me. If not Roy, should I call him Brother Yarn?"
She gazed at the man before her with a playful and cunning look in her eyes, seemingly oblivious to anything else.
If she had a tail, it would likely be wagging joyfully at this moment.
The man looked at her deeply, as if engraving her in his eyes, his face brimming with a gentle smile. He cradled her face in his hands, "What did you just say you would call him?"
She tilted her head, her smile radiant as spring, and her voice cheerful and bright, "Brother, of course."
Arnold Simmons drew closer, his lips almost touching her tender cheek, the previously cold and indifferent look in his eyes now brimming with the warmth of spring, "What was that?"
Realizing his intent, she frowned and glared at him, her red lips parting several times before she finally murmured softly, "Brother."
The man gladly accepted her address.
"Arnold, you’re so shameless, taking advantage of me."
Hannah made to get up but was pulled back into his embrace by the man.
Arnold Simmons chuckled, his lips brushing against her porcelain ear, and the heat of his breath sent shivers down her spine.
She could only awkwardly clutch the icy sleeve of his coat, pressing closer into his embrace.
That kiss trailed along her delicate jawline, finally coming to rest beside her lips.
A taste restrained yet fraught with lingering intent.
"Roy Yarn, the youngest son of the Yarn Family. Roy and Lynn Yarn’s parents are very fond and indulgent of him. I haven’t met him, but I’ve seen his father."
The man’s voice was like a clear spring flowing, complementing the heavy snowfall outside the window, devoid of the usual chill.
