Arnold Simmons reached out and pinched her slightly puffed cheeks, smiling, "Sothing only a little girl would like."
Seeing that he didn’t want it, Hannah took it back and chose an orange flavored one, popping it into her mouth. She saved the other piece for later, with a voice both tender and soft, "I’m just a little girl, no matter how old I am."
She lifted her chin, a face full of childlike willfulness.
Arnold Simmons leaned over, couldn’t help but reach out to pinch that pouted red lip, and gave it a light kiss before pulling back slightly, "Didn’t you say you hired a new employee?"
Hannah had her own studio.
With her rising popularity over the years, her personal studio had beco a hotspot for collaboration within the industry, with a large number of resus sent in every year from people hoping to land a job there.
Of course, there were also many who sought to get in through connections or other people’s recomndations.
But Jack Stewart had always been very strict in this regard, so over the years, the studio had maintained the sa old staff.
Hannah herself wasn’t too concerned about the staff recruitnt.
So Arnold Simmons was quite curious about what kind of new employee had been hired to make Hannah so happy.
As expected, as soon as the topic ca up, Hannah’s enthusiasm returned, and grabbing Arnold’s hand, she wanted to introduce him, "Actually, he’s not really an employee, but an artist, just like I was in the past. He also debuted through a talent show, but he was even younger than by two years at that ti..."
The young girl talked about her interests, her words flowing one after the other, her smile naive and radiant, and with a pair of lively eyes, just as she said herself.
Forever eighteen, pure and lively.
However, to Arnold, this translated to, "A guy, eighteen, pretty good-looking," and especially the phrase "I quite like him."
A big bold "DANGER" sign.
Arnold fell silent, and, as if possessed by a demon, he rembered Thomas Sanders’s words from before.
"Nowadays young girls are quite fond of dating younger guys, old n are out of fashion..."
In his mind, only this phrase circled round and round.
He began to calculate, he was twenty-seven this year, that shouldn’t count as too...
Before he could finish his thought, he heard the girl’s sigh, "Eighteen, how young, it’s a pity that at such a young age one can be taken advantage of, but luckily he t . I really am a good person."
She moved closer, resting her head on Arnold’s arm.
The space in the car was limited, and she nearly snuggled her entire self into the man’s arms, tilting her face up, a beaming smile, "Arnold, you’d say I’m a good-hearted and beautiful fairy, wouldn’t you?"
She never liked to ddle in others’ affairs before.
But ever since she joined Blue Star, she had already done several good deeds in a row.
She felt soone should award her a certificate to encourage her, or at least give her so complints if nothing else.
But now the only person around was Arnold, or a driver.
And since the driver was driving, he couldn’t be disturbed.
So that left only Arnold.
When she ntioned her own "beauty and kindness," the young girl’s eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky.
eting such a pair of eyes, Arnold still hadn’t quite co back to reality, his mind floating with a few numbers.
A 27 and an 18.
He began to recall what he was like at eighteen and wondered if he had t Hannah at that age, would he have made her heart flutter even more.
As he thought this, he didn’t realize he had also blurted out the question.
Unfortunately, the car had already co to a stop before the question could be answered.
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