As he read halfway through, he brought up a past event, "That year, you promised to co see my debut night, you agreed so earnestly, and yet, in the end, I received your ’death notice’."
Of course, the death notice was fake.
It was a sche arranged by Arnold Simmons.
Because it was just him taking advantage of the situation, naturally, he couldn’t inform Hannah in advance.
Now thinking about it, he felt guilty.
He tightened his hold on her, embracing her and pressing his cheek against hers, "Hmm, it was my fault, I made you worry."
Hannah shook her head, turned her face, and t his eyes directly.
Beautiful like the deep sea under the moonlit night, one look could make a person fall into its depths.
She liked it so much, she couldn’t help but peck at his thin lips several tis, until those lips also took on an alluring rosy red. She then pushed him away with a smile.
Her voice carried a clear joy, "I wasn’t worried at all, I rember soone said that if he left all his inheritance..."
Arnold Simmons was rich, extrely rich.
But exactly how rich, Hannah wasn’t clear on.
He had given her diamonds, royal crowns of antique value, and even an island.
It was just too bad she was too busy, she hadn’t yet visited the island, though she had seen photos; it seed to be a place with beautiful scenery and quiet tranquility.
Particularly fitting for doing things that one wants to peek at even with closed eyes.
Arnold Simmons reached out and pinched her cheek, a gentle touch, his fingertips then lightly moving to the corner of her lips.
The temperature of his fingertips was scorching, as if hiding a ball of fire. Before Hannah could dodge, Arnold Simmons leaned in first and kissed her, "Hmm, my money is all yours."
Under the light, the man’s voice unexpectedly carried a dark, hazy quality of the night.
Like the warm breeze blowing from the sea in July or August, gently enveloping her, the seawater was cool yet carried the warmth of the sun.
Ironing all the way to her heart.
Both of them sinking together.
"Arnold Simmons, after I finish the last movie, let’s go on a trip," Tiffany proposed.
After the kiss ended, Hannah’s cheeks were flushed.
eting Arnold Simmons’ gaze, she quickly rolled to the side and wrapped herself up in the blanket.
Only showing a fluffy head, a pair of eyes misty, clear-cut in black and white, exuding a deadly innocence.
However, her eyes hid a mischievous liveliness of soone who had just done sothing naughty.
Arnold Simmons could only sigh in his heart, reaching out to embrace her along with the blanket into his arms, "Not making money anymore?"
Hannah rubbed her head against his chin, speaking with a smile in her eyes, "The money I’ve made is already enough to support you."
Arnold Simmons couldn’t help but laugh, gently ruffling her head, "Where do you want to travel to?"
Hannah thought for a mont, "How about we go to that island you bought for ? I haven’t even been there once."
As she spoke, she reached up to rub her sowhat itchy nose.
Arnold Simmons took her wandering hand, arranging her ssy hair for her, "Then my money, do you still want it?"
Hannah blinked, her soft, pale cheeks blushing, looking obedient and lovable.
When she looked down shyly, even her voice was soft, "Will you give it to ?"
Arnold Simmons moved closer, his lips lightly touching her porcelain earlobe, "Hmm, everything of mine is yours."
The breath by her ear was warm, the low laughter making Hannah’s ears itch.
She couldn’t help but reach out to rub them, raising her eyes to et Arnold Simmons’ gaze, smiling sincerely, "I’ve thought about it, and I want you more."
Her purpose was simple and clear, never changed.
The first ti she saw Arnold Simmons, she liked him.
Just like a predator on the hunt seeing its prey.
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