His hand slid down to the young girl’s waist and with a slight grip, he embraced her fully, leaning in for a tender kiss.
The evening breeze that night fluttered over the vibrant colors of the rose garden, the cool air solidifying the moisture that trickled down the petals and into the flower’s heart.
The flower shivered slightly, dabbling cautiously, not daring to delve too deep.
Hannah’s cheeks had flushed, her deanor soft and coquettish, "Mr. Simmons, do you really want to do this and that, that and this to ?"
She unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing the finely shaped collarbone beneath.
The man was captivating, leaving Hannah staring.
Without a change of expression, Arnold stood up and leisurely fastened the button at his collar, "You’re still injured."
Hannah looked disappointedly at him, "My wound is almost healed, it’s fine, co on."
Arnold glanced at the girl who was anticipating sothing, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
He leaned in as she wished, the distance between the two of them lessened in an instant, the temperature that had just dropped seed to be escalating once more.
Hannah tilted her head, her eyes closed, her lips crimson and shimring, her offer very inviting.
However, the scene she was expecting where the domineering boss would take her here and there, like this and like that, never took place. The only thing she felt was a sharp crack on her head.
Arnold retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.
Hannah covered her forehead in pain, with a look of grievance, her eyes soon filling with tears. "The novels aren’t written like this."
Arnold t her upset gaze, his voice deep and steady, "Those novels under your pillow, I’ve already thrown them away for you."
Hannah was taken aback.
The next second, her sobbing grew even louder.
This ti Arnold did not give in. If he kept watching, she would eventually get carried away.
*
True to his words, Arnold took Hannah to complete her discharge procedures the next day.
Hannah’s wound was healing quickly. Although, when she walked for too long, she would still complain of discomfort.
Arnold then would stop, his dignified and cold gaze landed on her before he skillfully scooped her up and set her down on a nearby sofa.
Oliver, who was invited to visit, was completely taken aback.
Could this man, who obediently fed soone fruits, be the sa ruthless and cold-hearted Second Young Master Simmons he once knew?
Was he hallucinating?
Was he?!!
Arnold poured a cup of water for Hannah before turning to look at Oliver with whom he shared a prolonged gaze, causing his eyebrows to furrow.
Oliver quickly ca to his senses, turning his gaze away with a cheerful smile, "Second Master, if you’ve summoned here to give instructions, I will follow them."
Before Arnold could respond, Hannah popped her head out, "I wanted to see you."
Oliver was stunned, he never expected Hannah would want to see him.
Seeing that Arnold remained calm, Oliver was sowhat relieved.
Arnold stood in front of Hannah, his exquisite, handso face was unable to hide the coldness and superiority. He wasn’t a pampered prince from his youth which was why, despite his high position now, there was still a trace of aggression in his eyes.
It was unsettling.
Even though Oliver knew Arnold for so many years, he still treated him with great caution.
However, the man he revered was now being gently nudged by the little girl behind him.
"You go in first. Taylor and I will have a little chat."
Arnold frowned, capturing her hand that was causing mischief in his own.
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