Jimmy Simmons was seething with anger.
But when he looked up, he saw the news on the computer screen featuring Arnold Simmons and Hannah together.
In his heart, he only felt an imnse sense of irony, as if it were mocking him.
He couldn’t help but let out a cold sneer; the irritating tobacco sll spread throughout the office.
"I won’t admit defeat, I definitely won’t."
Those old shareholders in the company even foolishly hoped he would bow his head to Arnold, to ask him back.
Ridiculous.
Bowing to Arnold was sothing he would never do in his lifeti.
Never!
*
Arnold Simmons seed to have really taken so ti off recently.
But Hannah’s life continued to be busy—movie promotions, advertising endorsents, journalist interviews, these things nearly filled every day of hers.
Especially after the movie shooting had ended.
However, Arnold had been with her all the ti during this period.
Even though they had been very low-key, they inevitably were still captured by the paparazzi together.
Hannah beca a regular on the trending searches again, any photo of her with Arnold received tens of thousands of likes and comnts.
Even fans went to Hannah’s previous social dia post, leaving ssages asking her to show off her love life herself and not let the paparazzi earn all the money.
About this, Hannah also felt sowhat helpless.
Fortunately, she had finished with all her recent assignnts, and after speaking to Jack Stewart in advance, she and Arnold took a private jet back to their country.
This ti, it finally beca quiet.
By the ti they arrived, it had already turned dark.
Even though it was April, the nightti weather still carried a bone-chilling coolness.
When they were nearly ho, Hannah asked the driver to stop the car, and, pulling Arnold out, said there was a teor shower tonight that she wanted to see.
The night was exceedingly peaceful, particularly near their private residential area.
Street lamps lit both sides of the road, and the ticulously manicured lawns stretched out lush and verdant. The broken warm light settled on them, like a green carpet woven with golden threads.
In the grass were sprinkled unknown flowers—white, pink, yellow—in tiny clusters, blooming brilliantly, echoed by the twinkling stars above the night sky.
Hannah leaned on Arnold’s shoulder, introducing him to the nas of every star in the sky.
Visible ones, and those unseen, the position of every star seed etched into her mind.
Arnold responded in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Hannah.
As she watched the stars in the sky, he watched the stars in her eyes.
Shining bright, resplendently beautiful.
At 9:32 pm, the first teor streaked across the sky.
The forrly languid Hannah instantly beca excited, looking up at the portion of the night sky where the teor passed, her eyes brimming with light, "Wow, there really are teors; I thought the weather forecast was fooling us again!"
In April, the weather had begun to be sowhat unpredictable.
Sotis it was drizzling, sotis clear skies as far as the eye could see.
The weather forecast often could only serve as a reference, changing by the minute.
It was like changing the answer to a cheat sheet during an exam at the last minute.
Tonight, Hannah had not held any hopes; she just felt the car was too stuffy and wanted to take a walk.
She wanted more ti to spend alone with Arnold.
Now it was perfect, with no one around, so quiet that all they could hear were the wind, the sound of water, and it seed even the whooshing of the teor crossing the sky.
It was srizing.
The sound of hearts racing.
"Hannah."
A man’s deep, low voice humd in her ear.
As Hannah daydread, she instinctively lifted her head, catching a blur before her eyes, and then sothing warm touched her lips.
A cozy feeling.
It was like being in an icy, snow-covered landscape...
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