Girlfriend?
It was the first ti soone ntioned this word in front of him.
Arnold Simmons fished out a cigarette from his pocket, "Girlfriend? If I wanted one, there would be a long queue waiting."
"Exactly," Hannah agreed, counting on her fingers in an exaggerated manner, "Look at how wealthy you are, there must be plenty who want to hop on your ship. Worse cos to worst, you are so good looking. If one day your business fails, you could still live comfortably by finding a rich woman and just saying, ’auntie, I don’t want to struggle anymore.’"
The girl was quite sharp-tongued.
When she started speaking, it seed to never end.
Fortunately, her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of child-like innocence, which was fairly addictive to listen to.
For so reason, although he thought this way, Arnold wanted to tease the young girl, "Don’t you think you’re a bit annoying?"
As the words fell.
Hannah fell silent, her eyes wide like a stepped-on cat’s tail, puffing her cheeks, her voice full of small arrogance, "Mr. Simmons, no one thinks they’re annoying."
She continued: "Also, if you continue like this, you’ll stay single forever. When you get old, you’ll only have a bunch of frogs at ho, listening to their ’croak croak’ lonely cries every day."
Arnold couldn’t resist and laughed out loud.
The smile on his face ca rapidly but also disappeared quickly, and he soon returned to his indifferent deanor.
He was like a king who reigned over the world.
He leaned against the wall, brought the cigarette to his lips, staring at the young girl’s red eyes, thought for a mont, and then removed it without lighting it, "Did you bring your little boyfriend along today?"
Hannah blinked, her previous anger vanishing, "Mr. Simmons, are you jealous?"
Arnold didn’t respond, just silently watched her.
Hannah muttered to herself how boring he was, pouted, took out her phone, and held it up to Arnold.
The phone screen was still on her text conversation with Louis Snyder.
Just two short sentences.
—Sis, I have sothing to do, so I went ho first.
— Okay, be careful on the road.
Arnold glanced at it, his gaze drifting up a bit he noticed the chat record with Louis, her so-called boyfriend.
It was sparse, only a few sentences were seen.
They were all just words of concern, similar to...
— Was it tough filming on set today?
— Do you want to bring you als today? I’m worried you won’t like the food there.
—Why aren’t you replying? Is there anything inconvenient going on?
Her tone was extrely humble, and all the boy replied was a simple "Hmm".
He didn’t even reply until the next day.
Arnold looked away, not knowing why, but he felt a bit frustrated with the young girl in front of him.
It was obvious this boy was stringing her along, yet she stupidly plunged headfirst into it.
She was like a pathetic puppy.
Yet, in front of him, she acted like an aggressive rabbit ready to pounce.
Could love really make people stupid?
"Do you really like this boy?" Arnold asked, his voice hoarser than usual for so reason.
Hannah nodded, fiddling with her phone, "I do like him."
Arnold: "Really?"
He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette at his fingertips.
He didn’t take a puff, just held it in his fingers, watching the ember spark, sotis bright, sotis dark, with trails of smoke swirling around.
Hannah put away her phone, looked up, her voice tinged with a smile: "Mr. Simmons, there are many types of sincere feelings, so cheap, so precious. Right now I am willing to cherish him. Who knows what will happen in the future? Let’s just cherish the present."
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